Memorial on the road....
"At the Lord's command Moses recorded the stages in their journey." [Numbers 33:2]
As a hiker and a writer, I couldn't help but note Moses' hiking journal. A pretty succinct read for 40 years of wandering around. I can't imagine living in a tent and being on the move for that long. Even on a good day hike, I'm usually ready to see trail's end. While I love God's nature and experiencing it on a Smoky Mountain Hike, I'm as anxious to end a trek as I am to begin it. It's having experienced something and savoring it in your ease that's as rich as the experience itself.
God's for hiking, for living in a tent and for writing. I like this God.
One of the first scenes Moses' journal of the journey paints is a chilling one -- "They marched out boldly in full view of all the Egyptians, who were burying their firstborn...." [Numbers 33:3-4]
How could you ever forget that? One moment shared by two peoples with two very different responses. The Israelites march out upright in promise and celebration and possibility. The Egyptians are bent over in defeat and mourning and the death of so many dreams for their children. How could they not remember that moment when times got tough and know that God was with them? All of the death and mourning and wailing of mothers who've lost a child as you walk out and into life.
My post from last year on this date.
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