I’ve been reading and getting ready for our next series on Moses. I’m a big fan of Cecil B. DeMille’s 1956 epic, The Ten Commandments, and grew up certain that Moses looked and sounded like Charlton Heston. (For those of you too young to know who that is, think this generation's Bradley Cooper.)
But that is not the biblical story. Moses was 80 years old when he was called by God to go to Pharaoh. In Exodus 3 and 4, Moses does everything he can to talk God out of sending him. He tells God why it's wrong. For every protest Moses comes up with, God knocks it down. Over and over, Moses tells God how bad it is going to be for him and the Hebrew people, how the Egyptians will never let it happen, what a mistake God is making by choosing him because he can’t even speak well enough to talk to Pharaoh in the first place.
But this is the person God needs for this moment in time. Not Moses when he was young and strong, but Moses when he was the age of Al Pacino or Betty White. Not Moses when he had ready access to Pharaoh and his wealth, but the weathered Moses who spent years out with the sheep, under the broad sky, providing for his family. Not Moses who could give eloquent speeches but the Moses who had learned to hum with the bleating of the lambs and let his deeds be his words.
This is a much better Moses than the one I grew up imagining. I look forward to learning with you what happens when an imperfect person places their life in the hands of God. Start reading!
See you virtually Sunday,