Every Friday I dig into the archives and dust off an old post. If you haven’t read it, it’s new to you!
I’ve been hanging out a lot in Exodus lately, which is undoubtedly one of my favorite books of the Bible. Behind 1 Timothy. But ahead of Malachi. Maybe tied with Genesis. Definitely more attention grabbing than Leviticus.
I love Exodus because of the narrative, the drama, the view of a sovereign God who would stop at nothing to direct the hand of a Pharoah and the feet of a nation. I love it because of the rich history that’s unpacked around God’s chosen people. I love it because I hear Charlton Heston’s voice every time Moses speaks, and Steve Martin’s voice every time the Egyptian magicians throw down.
But what I read this morning was a great reminder for me, and maybe a great one for you. Picture it: the Hebrews are exactly 27 minutes on the outskirts of Egypt. Their feet hurt. Their stomachs are growling. One of them realized he forgot his phone charger back in Cairo. And the grumbling began: