Moses’ Story: Not a Children’s TaleNew Every Morning | November 25, 2022
It is impossible, anymore, to read Moses’ story anyway in the innocent manner of a children’s tale. … Now, we are all witnesses to forced family separation; to the desperation of parents who would float their children across borders; and some sink, and some swim, and some are adopted by Egyptian princesses, and some find their way home; and there seems to be no rhyme or reason why one should find a fairytale ending, but almost no one lives happily ever after. Now, while black mothers describe the faith that it takes to send their sons to school or across the street; now, when anti-Semitism, the pharaoh’s plague, continues after so many centuries to kill the Hebrew children, even in a new promised land; now, we cannot pretend that the Moses basket is a pretty thing or innocent.
—Rosalind C. Hughes, A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing (Upper Room Books, 2020)
What parts of Moses’ story do you think are too adult for children to understand? Join the conversation.
One day after Moses had grown up, he went out to his people and saw their forced labor. He saw an Egyptian beating a Hebrew, one of his own people. He looked this way and that, and seeing no one he killed the Egyptian and hid him in the sand.
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God of infinite love, thank you for loving us even before we were born. Help us to realize that your family has room for each of us. Guide us to accept ourselves and others as we seek to grow closer to you. Amen.
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I think it is hard for children to understand the effort to kill Hebrew babies, and possibly Moses killing the Egyptian who beat a Hebrew, that’s a little confusing.
Thankful to review this week’s posts. I do believe there are mysteries in faith, things we don’t understand but are true, and yes, God knows all of them. Glad of the get together with Jill, Becky, Don, and Larry. It’s great Larry is not alone. Hope for rest after the shopping spree by Julie and Megan. We have a great example of forgiveness as Jesus forgave those who crucified Him. That we can be more like Jesus is my prayer. Safety at school is a strike worthy issue. Hope it doesn’t come to that. Yesterday went well, some football losses but understandable under the circumstances -injured players. Have never been a black Friday shopper, with recent events at stores, I’m even more sure shopping today is a bad idea. Safety first. Church decorating today at 1 pm. Prayers for health, well-being, and peace. Thank You, Lord.
So much of the story is above young children’s level of true understanding. But many are frightening, including the decree to kill children and the abandonment of Moses by his mother to the vagaries of the river.
Megan and I spent most of yesterday at church packaging meals for first responders, the homebound elderly and those from the community who had signed up in advance for a takeout meal. Then we ate and rested before the sit down in person diners arrived. Megan and I bussed tables and made sure the dishes were transported to the dishwasher. It was a rewarding way to spend the holiday.
A fair amount of it is hard to understand, perhaps even to a more mature person.
I have had a wonderful day at home with my kittens. The sun came out in the afternoon and I took a walk – not nearly as warm as yesterday – but will take the sunshine every time.
Did a license renewal online for my teaching license. It runs through 2028, which is when I can retire. But it is quite possible I will teach a few years beyond that. God knows – and I will trust Him with the details.
Thought about getting a few things out for Christmas/winter decorations, but I just don’t trust my housemates. I would hate for them to topple something over, especially some of the things which were mom’s.