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Topic: ONEROUS (03/02/17)
- TITLE: Free at Last
By Lois Farrow
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“We believe you,” the elders said at last. “God has heard us, he has sent his deliverer, praises to his name!”
They went back home and told the joyful news. They went back to work with new energy. God has come, he has sent his messenger, and we will soon be out of this mess.
But it hadn’t happened. This week things not only went from bad to worse, they went to absolutely terrible.
“What went wrong?” Ezra whispered to his fellow worker, Aram. Suddenly he fell forward with a scream as the cruel whip lashed his back.
“Get working, you lazy scum,” yelled the overseer. “You haven’t got enough to do if you have time for talking. Where is your quota, bring me your bricks right now, and hurry up about it.”
Ezra moaned quietly that evening while his wife Della bathed the ugly welts. “I don’t know what has happened,” he said. “Since Moses came things have got worse. They don’t provide the straw now, and yet they say we have to make just as many bricks. It is impossible!”
Day after day the pain and torture continued and the people despaired. Where is God? Why are the Egyptians making life so unbearable with all these burdens that are weighing us down? When will this end?
Finally, after months of increasing agony the day came. Word went around the camp, in whispers at first and then gaining in momentum. Tonight we must be prepared to depart. Each family must kill the best lamb, put the blood on the doorposts of our houses, and don’t go to bed but stay awake and ready. When Moses gives the word we will walk away and they won’t be able to stop us.
Excitement built through the day, but they were careful not to let it show to the cruel overseers. Once work was finished, the lambs were slaughtered, and the blood applied. In the land of Goshen the smell of roasting meat filled the air, but the people didn’t relax.
In the Egyptian quarters things seemed normal, until at midnight an awful cry rent the air. From Pharaoh to the lowest born, in every household the first born son was dead. Pharaoh called Moses.
“Go, go, go,” he screamed at him, cradling his dead boy in his arms. “Get out of my sight and don’t let me ever see you again.” He turned away and Moses left.
The Israelites were ready. Gathering up whatever they could carry, they left with gladness. They were free.
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