Portraits: The Saga of Moses (part 2)

"But, that's impossible, Lord. How can a mere man save an entire nation?" Moses asked the bush. It had been nearly forty years since he had last seen any of his brothers. Forty years since he last saw Miriam and Aaron.

A voice echoed from the fire, "Walk before me."

"You go down and save your people. I can't do it. I tried and I failed. I accomplished nothing, nothing except to put my name on their wanted list. Lord, you got the wrong guy."

The voice boomed louder this time, "Walk before me, Moses. Why do you cry out to me? Why do you cry out for me to save your people, yet do not believe? Walk before me."

"But, why me? I am nothing special. My voice falters. I have blood on my hands. What could I possibly do?"

"Who created your tongue? Who formed your hands and your heart? I know where you have been. I know what you have done. I ask of you only one thing: Walk before me, that you may know that it is not by might nor power, but by my spirit."

Some time later...

Moses looked out across the sea of people before him. Panic filled their faces. The sound of chariots could be heard in the distance. Moses remembered all that the Lord had done for them and all that He promised. The battle belonged to the Lord. "Be still, Israel, and see the salvation of the Lord," he shouted to his people.

An old familiar voice echoed behind Moses. "Why do you cry out to me? Have I not already told you--walk before me."


See also Part 1