Moses, dear Moses, how can I read about your life through the pages of the Bible and not feel what you felt. You had a humble beginning and were chosen for a very rare assignment, which you did not really accomplish.
The summary of your assignment is to deliver your fellow countrymen from the tyranny of the Egyptians and lead them into their own land. Sad to say that while you fulfilled the first part of it, you couldn’t accomplish the other part. History has it that you brought them out of Egypt, but I didn’t see you in action when they entered their land of promise. I also read of how you saw the land of promise afar as against your vision/mandate of stepping into it. I learnt an unfortunate miracle you performed aborted your assignment midstream. Handing over the icing of the cake to Joshua must be…I don’t know. Painful? Perhaps!
All the same, God had mercy upon you. You survived the shock and today, you are resting with the saints in the Father’s bosom. I cannot ignore your experiences as they serve to guide my life here on earth, particularly as I also long to make it home someday.
From the accounts of your beginning in Exodus 2, Act 7 and Hebrews 11, I discovered that you were born at a time when Pharaoh forced parents to expose their children to death. It was at such a time when male children were being killed and the female kept alive. Pharaoh dealt wisely with your fathers by sparing the supposed weak children and removing ‘the strength of Israel’ – the male children. Quite a number of parents ran out of ideas on how to keep their homes and children.
It was a period when whoever became pregnant mourned instead of celebrating. Parents-to-be were apprehensive about the child being a male or female. According to Acts 7:20, it was a terrible time to be born. Yet, a deliverer, a child of purpose and a warrior must be born at a time of war. Boluwatife niyen!
You were born right into the situation you must grow up to fight and eliminate. God could have arranged your birth and your growth elsewhere, but He chose to have you born directly into the terrible situation of your day. While others of your age died in this situation, God spared you. While others perished at the time you were born, you had to live. You lived, because you had a mission to fulfill. You were born to carry out an assignment and the best way to understand it was to be born into it.
You came into an ugly world as a beautiful child, yet the ugliness on ground did not affect your beauty. You weren’t deformed by the negative situation of your days; rather, you came as a beauty to add beauty to your people and to your world. I realize that your parents were able to see what others could not see in their own children. Yours saw a promising boy right in his cradle. They knew you were special and that was why they could risk keeping you at home.
“BY FAITH, (not what they saw physically), Moses, when he was born, was hidden three months by his parents, because THEY SAW HE WAS A BEAUTIFUL CHILD and they were not afraid of the king’s command.” (Heb. 11:23. Emphasis mine)
I give kudos to your parents for being able to see God’s investments in your life. Such rare parents, who see their children as embodiments of God’s glory, for which they must be prevented from being exposed to the cold world of their days, must be appreciated.
Please correct me if I am wrong, but I am too sure that your parents were not thinking of how to make money and survive at your expense. Moses, I have seen parents in my time, who, because they see nothing worthwhile in their children, neglect and expose them to unnecessary (societal) evils.
However, when it was obvious that your parents could only keep and nourish you for three months, they still managed not to abandon or flush you down the drains. When they had to let you go into the world, they didn’t just drop you off carelessly; you were prepared and strategically positioned to be picked up. They must still be able to monitor and see to the actualization of God’s purpose for your life. To your parents, you were not a mistake, but a child they must rally round to help step into God’s plan.
“But when she could no longer hide him, she took an ark of bulrushes for him, daubed it with asphalt and pitch, put the child in it and laid it in the reeds by the river’s bank. And his sister stood afar off to know what would be done to him.” Ex.2: 3- 4.
Where are mothers like yours? She could have dropped you off at a nearby incinerator or exposed you to the pangs of the society, but she took her time to build you a comfortable floating bed. It was an unsinkable one for that matter. She took her time and spent her money to prepare you for life outside your home; placing you at a point she knew you would get into the right hand. Interestingly, your sibling, Miriam, was supportive. Did she see God’s purpose in you as well? If not, why would she risk her life to watch you float on water? Oh! What a wonderful sister you had!
Eventually, Pharaoh’s daughter saw and picked you up. I guess that was the plan. When the princess opened the ark, the Bible described you so compassionately, “… And when she opened it, she saw the child and behold, THE BABY WEPT.” Ex, 2:6
You wept, because you were now in another woman’s hands. From that day, your life changed as you stepped further into the territory of your assignment. You were born to confront Pharaoh with God and you have now made the first necessary contact. You wept as a baby and many years after, those tears did not run dry. Why? However, your tears drew compassion from the princess. She knew you were a Hebrew child, yet she did not turn you in to be killed.
Did your tears perform this miracle? Perhaps! But much more, it must be God behind the scene. You were designed, permit me to say, to live. Miriam, who had not gone home for the hours or days you spent on the river, ran out to meet the princess. Obviously, your sister, seeing that your tears had ignited a feeling of compassion from the princess; ran out to her. Miriam had rightly discerned that the princess had developed an immediate soft spot for you and concluded that there was no need for her to keep hiding. She was bold and calculative in running out to pave the way for the realization of your dream in life. God bless sisters like Miriam!
“Then his sister said to pharaoh’s daughter, “Shall I go and call a nurse for you from the Hebrew women that she may nurse the child for you?” Ex. 2:7
Was Miriam’s statement rehearsed before now? Was that what your mother instructed her to say or was it Miriam’s initiative? Who told her the princess wanted to keep you as a child? At this point, the princess had said nothing to indicate she wanted you as a child, but Miriam could read the heart from facial expressions.
She will not wait for the mouth to speak out what she had heard the heart whispered. She was quick to interpret the compassionate smile of the princess to mean acceptance. Even before the princess will say anything further, Miriam was already suggesting getting you a nurse – a Hebrew nurse.
Who can raise a Hebrew child better than a Hebrew nurse? In fact, who will handle your upbringing better than the Hebrew mother of the Hebrew child? Yes! That was what your smart sister suggested. She had your mother in mind, for immediately the princess agreed that you needed a nurse, Miriam dashed home to call your mother. God bless her!
I have an imaginative mind, but I, honestly, cannot imagine her feelings as she raced back home to your mother. What were those things racing along in her mind? She must have felt satisfied, fulfilled and accomplished. Her plan was working out with ease. God was making things work out for her, or should we say, for you? Miriam must be so elated, I must say.
How did she break the good news to your mother? “Mummy, your worries are over. The king’s daughter wants you immediately at the palace.” Saying it this way would have confused your mother. Mama would have wondered why being wanted at the palace was good news to Miriam. It would have been ironically confusing, because at this period in history, I guess, no Hebrew gets excited visiting the palace. Being wanted at the palace can only spell T-R-O-U-B-L-E!
Mama would have thought she was wanted for defying the king’s order by sparing your life, but seeing the bright face of your sister, Mama got confused. But Miriam was right. Mama was indeed wanted at the palace; not for breaking the king’s order, but for her to continue the nursing work she believed was truncated. Is it not funny to you that I am trying to describe what I didn’t witness? Even though you were too young to know what transpired that day, something tells me mama would have told you about that special day in your history.
How old was your mother at this time? Whatever her age and strength, I am sure she received a new strength to run that day. She must have found herself standing in front of the princess in a jiffy. Happy, yet trying to conceal it in order not to awaken the princess’ suspicion, mama listened to the instructions of the princess, “Take this child away and nurse him for me and I will give you your wages.” Ex. 2:9. Can you imagine that? Your mother received wages for nursing her own child. Was that not a divine arrangement for provision?
Nobody, but mama would have been able to tell us how it felt taking you back home to be raised in the fear of the Lord. By my reasoning, she gave you a solid foundation that stood the test of time. In years to come, other things you learnt in Egypt and from Pharaoh were not strong enough to erode those teachings instilled in you by your mother.
Unto what will you ascribe the fact that your heart was always with the Hebrew even though you were comfortable at the palace, if not that mama raised you up in a godly manner. As a grown up and now living outside mama’s watch, will I be right to say that her words did not leave you. “Remember the son of whom you are,” She must have told you. “Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old, he will not depart from it,” she added from Pro. 22: 6.
You were eventually brought back to the princess after a thorough upbringing. God had arranged a solid beginning/foundation for you. Your legs were firmly rooted before the storms of strange teachings came blowing from having to live in the palace with pharaoh.
To be continued…