Truth Teller

 

 

 

 

The following is a fictional story I wrote. In this story I was depicting myself as one of the children of Israel during the Exodus. My intent was to describe how I think one would feel in the midst of this situation and to describe what was going on around me during this massive exit. I thought it was interesting and something that would arouse thought in you and maybe a little more understanding and less criticism of the people of that time (I have heard so much it is almost sickening but that is another subject for another day). And I also hope that this would allow you to open your mind to how maybe you would see Yah and all He has done for you before 21st century's religious influence. Do events add up to how you think or not, let me know. Do you think you would have acted different or not, I am interested to know. What do u think? Oh and as usual IT'S THE TRUTH ANY HOW, or is it? Selah

 

 

THE RETURN OF ORDER

Finally! After all these days of missing, our Leader has returned, and not only has he returned but the word that is spreading like wildfire is he has commandments from our God. We will finally have order. We will finally know what God expects.

I remember about 40 days ago, I receive the news that Moses was going up into that terrifying, yet uniquely beautiful, cloud on top of Sinai. He was going in order to receive instructions from our God and that while he was gone, Aaron his brother of the Levite tribe was in charge. I can remember feeling terrified for Moses' safety and even more frightened for us if he doesn't return.

"Terrified", "frightened", "scared"… those words seem to describe how I have been feeling everyday since we were (as some say) 'delivered' (but I say) 'forced to leave'] from Egypt. Some hated being a slave and I didn't like it either but when I was a slave I can say I never felt uncertain nor afraid as to what the day may bring. There was always order to our lives. There is a certain type of security in being a slave that one never sees until one is free. Sort of like a teenage child who is eager to be on their own but finds out when that day comes that there are tons of responsibilities and decisions that need to be made that are not always easy nor pleasant and is sometimes downright frightening. These decisions are necessary to maintain order in ones life for without order, chaos reigns, and one cannot live in chaos.

 

But regardless of the fright that has happened in my life, I have never been as terrified as I was the day of the 'crossing'. I can remember it like it was yesterday. We were being chased (according to rumors) by the army of Egypt with Pharaoh himself leading the charge. Now if that wasn't scary enough, word came that we couldn't move any further for we were blocked by this huge body of water. Some say it was The Reed Sea others say it was The Red Sea; me, I am not good with directions and since I was in the middle of the exodus I couldn't see where we headed, so I do not know. But what I do know is that you could cut fear with a knife. The air was filled with doubt and dread. People were crying, some was yelling in anger and others were screaming in fear. Hundreds of people, herded like sheep, not knowing where they were headed, were fenced in with nowhere to go. I don't think there is a word to describe the feeling. Chaos reigned supreme.

 

 

Then in the midst of all of this confusion, all of a sudden I saw this huge light and it was coming from the rear of the group. This light shined so brightly that it seemingly turned night into day. So I looked to the rear and I saw this enormous pillar of what I thought was smoke and fire and at the same time I heard someone say "The angel of The Lord is blocking the army of Pharaoh, The Elohim of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob fights for his children." If I wasn't scared before, I was nearly out of my mind now. I began to think, God is here, we all are going to die! I mean, He had just killed all the first born in Egypt and the only reason we were spared was because of 'the blood of the lamb' which we had applied to our door post and now there wasn't any blood around to protect me from Him. So my thinking was if Pharaoh wins, I die, if God wins, I die, either way I am dead. I was so confused. I remember thinking why would God bring us here to die? What did we do that was so wrong? The fear, mixed with all the chaos, began to overtake my being and I fell to my knees and I began to yell, "Where is Moses?! Moses knows what to do! Moses we need your help! Moses what do we do?!"And then the yell turned into sobs of just "Moses, Moses" over and over again.

 

Now if you can't believe that first part you will never believe what happened next. While I was laying on my face crying, out of nowhere I felt this breeze. Now at first I thought it was coming from the huge fire that was at the rear (by the way, I found out later, that what I thought was smoke was a cloud that kept us hidden in the dark from Pharaoh's army and the fire created a light for only us) but this breeze was cool and coming from the east. So I looked up and what seemed to be accompanying the wind was an overwhelming calm. Sort of like the calm before a storm but this calm was more in my soul for the breeze was getting stronger and louder. Next I stood up, but no longer full of terror but full of hope and a different kind of fear. This fear is what we call 'awe'. See what began to happen was that while I was getting up, in the midst of the loud wind I could hear a voice. And this voice was like the calm I was feeling, it was in my soul rather than in my ears. This voice began to communicate to me to move forward into the sea. Now normally I would have thought I was crazy and I was hearing things, but this voice was one of trusting and authority. It reminded me of Moses when he stood to speak, and even how unbelievable the things he would say were, you would trust him and believe they were possible. This was a voice of power and authority. A voice that you would respect and trust with your life. Like the voice of a father speaking to his child who is too young to doubt but believe that his dad will protect him from anything. Some call it faith, others said it was Moses, some even said it was the voice of God. Me, I don't know. But what I do know is that I wasn't the only one to hear it. It was heard throughout all of the freed ones. And we acted upon the voice… we began to move forward.

We walked and it was if we were in a dream, for we looked around and saw what seemed like a wall of glass on both sides of the freed ones, but it wasn't glass yet it was definitely a wall. We could see fish swimming in the wall and even gators and frogs could be seen swimming inside these walls. Some thought it was ice and even tried to touch these walls, others thought it was water being held back by the hand of God. I don't know, but what I do know is that we were walking on dry ground. For what seemed like an eternity we walked, hearts full of hope, eyes filled with wonder and nothing but the sound of the wind blowing as our song.
Finally, everyone made it to the other side and then I saw what looked like someone waking you up out of a wonderful dream. I heard a voice that pushed terror back into my heart. I heard someone scream, "Pharaoh is coming!" and it was as if we all rehearsed it, everyone began to look up. See, standing above us on a ledge were the elders and in front of them there was our leader Moses. We all saw it. Moses stretched forth his hand. In it was his rod which soon became a tool of terror. Those walls, those magnificent walls full of beauty, came crashing down in liquid form upon a mighty Egyptian army, destroying them all. And in that moment it became clear to all the freed ones, that Egypt had no more power over us and that now Moses will lead us to a new land.

 

 

 

Now today, Moses returns, and not a moment too soon. For in his absence, things have taken place that I know will not be pleasing to him. So once again, that old acquaintance 'fear' has returned. And I fear for my people. I fear for myself. But in the midst of this fear, there is a knowing. The knowing is, now that our leader is back, He will unite and lead us to the place that our God has commanded. Moses, welcome back, with you comes fear but also with you comes order. And I would rather have order mixed with fear than freedom combined with confusion; for in the latter there is no accountability.

Welcome home Leader, welcome home Order.