“And Moses answered, 'Look at me.
I stutter. Why would Pharaoh listen to me?'”
“God told Moses, 'Look at me.
I’ll make you as a god to Pharaoh and your brother Aaron will be
your prophet.'” Exodus
6:30-7:1, The Message
When
Moses enters Pharaoh's court still covered in the dust of Midian and
delivers his fateful “Thus
says the Lord, the
God of Israel, 'Let My people go...'”
to Pharaoh, the divine ruler of Egypt opines, “Who
is the Lord
that I should obey him...? (Exodus
5:2, NIV) The rest of the story of Exodus is pretty much the
sovereign, almighty God's answer to that question. “Who
am I? Well, let Me show you.” Upon
reflection, it would have been better for Pharaoh to just get with
the program and comply but we humans in general have a long history
of non-compliance and unbelief.
That face doe |
Of
course, it's not just the pagan kings of the earth who need
persuading that their earthly trappings aside He's boss and they're
not. His servants and followers frequently need convincing as well.
Take Moses for example. As much as I like Charleton Heston's version
of the man in Cecil B. DeMille's The Ten Commandments,
his portrayal seems to miss the fact that where once he was a proud
prince of Egypt by the time of the burning bush episode he is a man
awash in insecurities. Exodus 3:11-4:17 gives the inside scoop on
just how resistant Moses was to God's call
“Who am I, that I should go to
Pharaoh and bring the Israelites out of Egypt?” (3:11)
“What if they do not believe me or
listen to me...?” (4:1)
“I’ve never been good with
words, neither before nor after you spoke to me. I stutter and
stammer.” (4:10 Msg)
“O Lord, please send someone else
to do it.” (4:13)
Somehow,
I can't see the Heston Moses being so wishy-washy, even on his worst
day.
Even Sir Ben looks pretty cool as Moe |
And it
doesn't end with his reluctant return to the land of his birth. As
called upon Moses delivers Yahweh's message and Pharaoh
unceremoniously throws him out and at the same time increases the
work load of his enslaved countrymen. Now everybody is mad at him.
But Yahweh coaches him up and sends him back for more to wit Moses
replies, “If the Israelites will not listen to me, why
would Pharaoh listen to me, since I speak with faltering lips?”(6:12)
After a pause in the narrative wherein Moses family history is
relayed if only to underscore the point that clearly if ever there
was someone chosen to take on the emperor of the world he is the
least qualified to do so, the story reboots in Exodus 6:28 with his
now familiar response to God's command to tell Pharaoh what's what:
“Since I speak with faltering lips, why would Pharaoh
listen to me?” (v. 30).
Personally,
I prefer The Message rendition of it. Here's Moses with his familiar
whine. “Look at me,”
he says to Yahweh. “I stutter.” To wit Yahweh promptly responds,
“No, you look at me.
I'm God. You're not. In fact, I will make you a god to your brother
Aaron who will be your prophet” (okay, some of that is my
paraphrase but you get the point.) We are forever looking in the
mirror when we need to be looking at the Lord.
When I
look in the mirror, I am reminded of what's wrong with that picture:
Why, at 53, do I still deal with acne? Why is my nose so
big? And why won't my waistline decrease my exercise regime
notwithstanding? I suspect most
people who look in their mirrors see much of the same – the flaws,
the inadequacies, the intractable history.
As
people of God, we know where our identity is supposed to be – in
Christ. As Paul wrote to the Christian community in Colossae,
“God wanted everyone, not just
Jews, to know this rich and glorious secret inside and out,
regardless of their background, regardless of their religious
standing. The mystery in a nutshell is just this: Christ is in
you, so therefore you can look forward to sharing in God’s glory.
It’s that simple. That is the substance of our Message. We
preach Christ, warning people not to add to the Message. We
teach in a spirit of profound common sense so that we can bring each
person to maturity. To be mature is to be basic. Christ! No more, no
less. That’s what I’m working so hard at day after day, year
after year, doing my best with the energy God so generously gives me”
Colossians 1:26-29, The Message
And, a
few verses later:
“See to
it that no one takes you captive by philosophy and empty
deceit, according to human tradition, according to the elemental
spirits of the world, and not according to Christ. For in
him the whole fullness of deity dwells bodily, and you
have been filled in him, who is the head of all rule and
authority.” Colossians 2:8-10,
ESV
Admittedly,
like Moses, it's hard to get that into our heads and hearts. We are
quick to come up with a plethora of reasons why we cannot do the
things we feel God is calling us to do. We feel too weak, too
inadequate, too messed up, too dumb, too old, too normal.
We look in the mirror and depending on the day we may even resent the
fact that it feels like we are the butt of heaven's joke. Just
look at me, we think. And then
Paul counters that line of thought deftly:
“If you only look at us,
you might well miss the brightness. We carry this precious Message
around in the unadorned clay pots of our ordinary lives. That’s to
prevent anyone from confusing God’s incomparable power with us. As
it is, there’s not much chance of that. You know for yourselves
that we’re not much to look at.” 2
Corinthians 4:7, The Message
Eventually,
the Ned Flanders' Moses of the early part of Exodus emerges as the
Charleton Heston version (complete with glory-face) by the incident
of the Golden Calf (Exodus 32). At that point in the story, this is
not a guy to be messed with. He and Yahweh are tight. But what I
intuit as I re-read the story in my regular devotions this year, is
that Exodus, among other things, is a tale about how one man learned
to look on God's face regularly – so much so that he literally had
to wear a covering over his own face because the brightness of the
reflection was so blinding – and learn the truth found there: I Am
Who I Am and it is enough to know this.
As
someone no less than D.L. Moody once remarked, “Moses
spent forty years thinking he was somebody; then he spent forty years
on the backside of the desert realizing he was nobody; finally, he
spent the last forty years of his life leaning what God can do with a
nobody!” I hope I learn this
lesson before I turn 80.
3 comments:
Hello, just wandered onto your blog while looking up the Caddie Woodlawn home; a topic you wrote about back in 2011. Back in 1960-80, my wife and I were regular
canoe campers on the Red Cedar River from Rice Lake to Dunnsville bottoms. My Aunt
and Uncle ran a resort called 'The Narrows' over on Potato Lake during 1950-1990
and spent their final years at the elderly homes in Chetek and Rice Lake. I was born and raised in Eau Claire, met my wife at UWEC (she was from Jim Falls). We celebrated our 50th Anniversary last Summer. Moses is out of my league, but you
no doubt are familiar with the Church sign that said "You think you got problems?
Remember, Moses was a basket case!"
Ha! Thanks for that reminder. I'm curious about your comment about canoe camping on the Red Cedar. For several years now my youngest daughter and I have been working our way south along the Red Cedar to the Chippewa. We are a mile above it having last taken out at Dunnsville. Have you ever made it to the Chippewa and what is the confluence like?
We always took out at Dunnsville as well, but I have been by the confluence paddling by on the Chippewa. There is always a bit of eddying when two flows meet and the Red Cedar sort of turns east into the Chippewa. I think just sticking to
the right bank and easing into the bigger river would be easiest. The Chippewa on down to the Mississippi has a lot of sandbars and sand riffles in low flow making it a bit of work when there is strong wind out of the west. It is another
6-7 miles then down to Durand where taking out always reminded me of steam boat days as part of town meets the asphalt landing there (at least a few dozen years
back!) Our favorite campsite on the Red Cedar was small wooded island just above
where the Chetek river comes in. Somewhere in the Sand Creek area, my wife's little brothers learned to spin cast from a canoe. After a few summer trips there was one overhanging softwood full of baits. The one who is a contractor now, went
by 10 years later and recovered them, apparently not so much for value as for sentimental reasons....
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