“Aah! Oww!” yelled the Israeli slave as the snake whip lashed on his back. “Come on, shut up and pick the brick!” barked the Egyptian taskmaster. “You’ve been struggling with building this wall since morning, and you’re yet to even take it pass two feet high. Nonsense! Lazy fellow!” The whip came landing on his back again, followed by a hard kick on his butt by the Egyptian. The Hebrew fell to the ground and hit his head against a stone, with blood gushing out.

Moses walked in while the Israeli was going through this torture. He had been secretly watching his brother’s misery from behind a nearby tree and couldn’t take it anymore. Now he came to his rescue.

Moses was forty years old now, and had hitherto enjoyed all the privileges of an Egyptian. He was the son of Pharaoh’s daughter, adopted by her when he was only three months. He was that Hebrew that lived in Pharaoh’s palace, ate his food, wore his clothes, schooled in the best of their institutions, standing tall among all the Egyptians. In Egypt, he was a Hebrew in Egyptian skin. His people went through hell of slavery, while he enjoyed the luxury of the palace. But now, he was tired of that. He chose to be mistreated along with the people of God rather than to enjoy the fleeting pleasures of sin.

Moses leaped on the Egyptian taskmaster from behind, pushing him to the ground. They both landed on the floor, with Moses on top of him. He quickly, in a wrestling style, flipped the Egyptian over, locked both upperlimbs to the floor with his knees pressing against the man’s elbows. Then with both hands around the man’s neck, he strangled him. The Egyptian struggled, gasping for air, till he died. Thus, Moses killed the Egyptian as a foretaste of that God was going to do through him, by employing him in plaguing the Egyptians for the wrongs they had done to God’s Israel.

The Israeli slave had his mouth wide open all this while. He couldn’t believe the horrid sight of his taskmaster been killed. But the feeling of having the burden of slavery over his neck lifted was good. 

Moses immediately started digging the ground nearby with the Israeli’s shovel he had been using to work. He asked his Hebrew brother to help him. They dug a fairly deep hole and buried the Egyptian. After the whole mess was cleaned, Moses gave the Israeli slave a long hug and said, “I’m your kin. I have you guys in mind. I’m going to do my best possible to deliver the sons of Jacob from Egypt’s bondage.” They left hugging, bade farewell, and went their separate path.

The next day, Moses went on his usual tour round Egypt, paying particular interest to where Israelites were. The more he saw his people’s suffering, the more the burden to be used by God to set them free grew. As he continued his tour he approached a field were two Israelites were farming. 

The taller, muscular fellow said to the younger one, “Go get us water to drink from the stream.” “I can’t go now. I have to be done with my plot first.” replied the younger one. The older fellow pushed him saying, “Go now! I say, now!” “Don’t touch me again!” said the younger fellow. Before he could say ‘Jack Robinson’, a slap landed on his face. And an exchange of blows began. 

Moses immediately ran to them. He had witnessed the whole drama. “Stop it both of you!” Moses said. He stepped in between them both, separating them. “You shouldn’t have spoken to him that way. And why are you hitting your fellow Hebrew?” Moses said, addressing the older fellow. “You guys are brothers; the Egyptians oppress you. Are you suppose to oppress yourselves?”

Annoyed and irritated, the older man who did his brother wrong, lashed back at Moses, “Who made you a ruler and Judge over us? Are you planning to kill me like you killed the Egyptian?”

Yet Moses was indeed a ruler and a judge, and knew it, and thought the Hebrews would have understood it, and stepped in, as a foretaste of that God was going to do through him, to mediate between his brothers as judge. But they stood in their own light, and thrust him away. If the Hebrews had taken the hint, and come in to Moses as their head and captain, it is probable that they would have been delivered now but, despising their deliverer, their deliverance was justly deferred, and their bondage prolonged forty years.
Food for thought: (1) It is a sign of guilt, to be impatient of reproof. (2) Baby steps taken in the direction of purpose beget its full manifestation. (3) God’s tools for our deliverance may be lurking nearer than we realise.

Scriptural references: Exodus 2:11-14; Hebrews 11:24-26; Acts 7:20-28;

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