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Topic: Breaking the Rules (08/16/04)
TITLE: Journal Entry 415 - Rules aren’t meant to be broken
By sharron pete
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Our exodus out of bondage and into freedom had brought with it much. But, what we lacked was still the ability to trust the ultimate One who delivered us. The God that my brother served and depended on, delivered us from Egypt and the wrath of Pharaoh. In return, we, and I must include myself in that, rewarded Him not with praise but with idolatry.
My brother, Moses, had been on Mount Sinai for what seemed like an eternity. The people were growing restless. I could tell the mood was shifting from exuberance to impatience. At this point, I knew that things would get worse before they got better. Each day I looked to the Mount wondering when Moses would return to us. I heard the people murmuring about the brother of mine, this leader, who had left his people to go visit with ‘God’ on the mountain. This anger, this restlessness, and tension that grew among the people revealed itself as fornication, lewd revelry, and idolatry.
One day, as I was walking among the crowd observing, an older man approached me. His eyes were cold, empty. With anger in his voice, he corned me to make a god for the people to worship. I knew that if the people caught on to his idea it would soon spread. They were an unstable and persuasive crowd. It only took moments for two, then four to catch the idea and it soon spread like the awful sickness that it was.
“Make us a golden calf to worship! Make us a golden calf to worship!” The crowd swelled with enthusiasm as people began to take off their jewelry. The people, who were under my command, worked and quickly built this image, this thing that they called their god. They planned to worship it and treat it as the God of Moses. This idea never appealed to me, but I felt trapped with no other possible solution in sight.
When Moses came down from the mountain, his anger burned. In his hands were tablets of etched stones. So upset with the people (and so disappointed with me), he threw the stones to the ground. They broke into pieces. On the ground lay God’s words shattered, much like my brother’s faith in me.
That day Moses challenged the people. Pitting brother against brother, and father against son, the revelry that Moses interrupted turned to shame and finally to combat. The next day the crowd was reduced by 3,000 people. Those remaining had taken a stand for God at the expense of their family and friends.
Tonight as I write these words, I realize the courage and faith that my brother exuded in standing up for God. My own actions were less than honorable. I pray that God will have mercy on us for our sins. Oh, Lord I know now that your Word is not meant to be broken but to be cherished and upheld.