He’s trudging along, dejected and forlorn. He’s just spent the better part of the morning running like his life depends on it. Wait, his life does depend on it! If those people in search of him ever find him, it’s his head on a stake. And all for what sef?
He’d killed a man. He shuddered at the self-disgust. He’d taken the life of another back at home, and had lost everything because of that. He was a prince, now condemned to live as an outlaw for the rest of his life. He wasn’t perfect, thanks to this horrible temper of his, but everyone knew he was a good man, and all he ever wanted was for everyone to be happy. It riled him when people were cheated or treated unjustly. He just couldn’t take it. That’s why when he saw that Egyptian beating the Hebrew guy, almost like he wanted to take his life, he knew he just had to save him. Now the Egyptian was dead, and he had blood on his hands. Nobody, not even the Hebrew guy he saved could come to his rescue. Life was truly a bitch.
Wait, what was that in the distance? Fire, hmmm. This was strange, it was fire all right, in the middle of the bush, and yet nothing was consumed. The fire just kept right on burning, not destroying anything. Didn’t they say that wonders started and ended in Egypt, with the pyramids and phoenix? Well this here was a wonder, and it wasn’t in Egypt.
Then he heard his name, and most of us know about Moses and his encounter at the Burning Bush, thanks to Bible Knowledge teachers. But I’m more interested in a few details, like when God gave him the assignment. First thing he did was give an excuse, “I’m a stammerer”. Because awesome as we all are, we have weaknesses. What’s that term? Perfect Imperfection. Yep. That sums us up very aptly.