I have a grease burn on my arm. Okay, maybe I should elaborate. I HAD a grease burn on my arm, but the burn is still imprinted into my arm. It happened a couple years ago during Thanksgiving break. I was at my aunt’s house and I was helping her make food for the amazing feast we were going to have in a few hours, I wanted the food to be made faster so I decided to help out as much as I could, by being forcibly volunteered by my own complaining. So— started breaking up bread crumbs for the stuffing and then the oven beeped to take the bacon wrapped green beans out (which saying that out loud could almost be an oxymoron—it doesn’t make sense, BUT it is SO good). As I was taking the pan out of the oven I tilted it a bit and the grease splashed out and seared into almost a triangular shape into my arm. Which then made me jerk the pan right to the counter (this was almost a toss really) followed by some wailing and shouts of pain. I waited a few years before helping make food again…or maybe they stopped letting me help. Who knows?
I’ve also had some bad scarring on my feet. When I was a young little lad, my older brothers were on this tee ball team (at least that’s how I remembered it). During these games I would always wander off to find a stick and pretend it was a mighty sword to stick into a couple enemies (the more I write the more I notice that I really loved being a hero decorated with war victories). At one of these games I was exploring the woods right behind the place where my parents had put our lawn chairs up and I made one misstep into a HUGE ant pile, or rather an ant mound. However, I did not notice this until maybe the ants were up to my knee. When I tell you I shrieked. EVERY single parent seemed to have jumped up to see whose kid it was, and when I stepped out of those woods with the look of anguish slapped all over my face. You may as well have burned my clothes and put ashes on my head with the amount of screaming I did. Anyway—I had scabs up and down my leg for a while.\
We have pretty dramatic reactions to pain. To suffering. To excruciating experiences. They are completely natural reactions, they are used to keep us from repeating the same experiences so that we do not go through them again. If we did not have these reactions, there would be a TON of accidents every single day, even more than what we have today.
This is also seen in some parenting strategies (I am not a parent, nor is that my point). We see parents talk to their kids to not do things and kids will look at these experiences and associate their choices with the guidance of their parents.
We learn quite quickly what to do based on our own experience and the responses of others. This is what happened with Moses.
Moses grew up in a wealthier household and knew this, as he was aware that his skin color was much different than those in the house he grew up in. It was noticeable. You can speculate that he felt drawn to his own people. He also had an eye for them.
One day, when Moses had grown up, he went out to his people and looked on their burdens, and he saw an Egyptian beating a Hebrew, one of his people. He looked this way and that, and seeing no one, he struck down the Egyptian and hid him in the sand.Exodus 2:11-12, ESV
Now, I am not going to say that killing a man means looking out for others, but that is what it seems in the eyes of this text. The passage continues on to the fleeing of Moses because of his fear that many more know about his actions, and sure enough:
When Pharaoh hear of it, he sought to kill Moses. But Moses fled from Pharaoh and stayed in the land of Midian.Exodus 2:15, ESV
Alright, so the distance between Egypt and Midian is ridiculous, whether by horse, or foot. Just, Moses was walking with no intent on returning, he had learned that he was not wanted in Egypt by anyone. People were going to kill him. Why would he stay?
Moses saw something that was wrong in the system and acted in what he felt he needed to do, and in doing so he lost everything he ever thought was true. He lost his home. He never got a second chance. He learned early that when you make a choice you lose everything. I mean—that’s what we do when we get a grease burn or have ants crawling all over us. We think that “This is it. I am dying.” Of course, later we find out that these things heal and go back to normal. But for Moses, to live a life of wealth and power and for all of that to be suddenly ripped from him, his identity, his people, his home, everything. Completely against him. What do you do? You run.
But that is not the end of the story. God still has the pen in His hand. God still reigns above. God prepares to bring a change. He speaks:
I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob.Exodus 3:6, ESV
God is calling you to listen, the place you fled from is in need of reconciliation, except this time; your God is with you. He hears your cries for deliverance, now He asks that we listen and take off our sandals.
That is the assurance, that He speaks when we listen. Even if we have fled from threats and death. He still speaks when we listen.
This week, it is time to listen and hear the voice of God. Take off your sandals and listen to the words of God, He may convict you to do something.
MercyMe came out with a new song this week, hear the words of conviction:
Almost home, brother, it won’t be longAlmost Home, MercyMe 2019
Soon all your burdens will be gone
With all your strength, sister, run wild, run free
Hold up your head, keep pressing on
We are almost home
You are almost home. Sit still and listen the words that God wants to tell you.