Facing a royally decreed execution, even as an infant, because, after all, sometimes even a scrap of an idea can be dangerous, and the world can be lifted with a mere lever and fulcrum.
He was deposited in a basket and sent forth in the river. Thrown aside, not thoughtlessly, but knowing full well, his mother knowing, that if he stayed there at her loving bosom, he was done for.
As if in the hand of God himself, that basket, sent forth down the river, as if the river were time itself.
That idea would grow and become dangerous, the mustard seed of faith, later becoming enslaved, and then ultimately delivering his people out of captivity into wealth and plenty, the Promised Land.
An imperfect vessel tasked to deliver to the Chosen the words of God himself, though Moses was awkward in speech.
At many times in life, are we not also imperfect vessels, and do we not also have the believer's ordination from God Himself? Moses was a commoner, then the supposed son of a princess, then a slave, and then a fugitive, and finally a conqueror and a messenger of Yahweh.
At many times in life, do we not congratulate ourselves, and lose that servant mentality? Moses himself hanged tough through the wilderness for decades seemingly endless until the dream of a homeland was realized by the Chosen.
At many times in life, do we not lose touch with that heart/mind/spirit compass that is supposed to be guiding us?
His entire life was so improbable, and yet, look to all the good that was accomplished, and centuries later, still an example, still pointing towards the love of God, shining a beam of light on Freedom Theology.
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