Moses, means to “draw out”, especially named by the Pharaoh’s daughter who pulled him from the river. Like the cherished newborn pulled from its amniotic fluid, we’re soon brought through the waters of baptism in our exodus from death to life in the One who makes all things new. We are a pilgrim people, dripping wet and restless in our exodus towards God. Nomadic hearts bound only by the consequences that free will and its legacy of personal choices. It is an intentional and difficult choice in approaching our Gethsemane either to accept or reject God’s olive press used to extract the love for Him as if gathering gold from its dross. There is no regret worthy of a rational excuse to reject God’s Spirit whom leads us in ways everlasting. It is the Advocate’s mission to release us through an internal exodus binding our hearts, souls, body and mind from crying out “Abba!’… at least before the rocks do. We must choose to partake in our own salvation process by accepting we are but myrrh in need of crushing before our imprisoned perfume becomes a pleasing whiff to God. It is a comfort to know the Spirit is so jealous to lead us to the promises won at Calvary, yet… discomfort hardly describes our conviction into humility. Humility must bring us to the flexible newborn state readying our pilgrim exodus from womb to daylight as the narrow birth passage squeezes the remaining fluid from our lungs to breathe new life. Life is not fair in ways too brutal to mention – yet, life is a singular gift welling with endless opportunities to travel the unknown road of humility. Often the road is silent, seemingly wandering while conflicted with pangs of self-doubt, challenging our hearts and souls jousting in monologues of desperate prayer. Our only recourse to the believer’s untamed restlessness is found in its very own willingness to distribute love. Soon the questions and want of answers to combat the external persecution grow less vociferous in the warmth of knew wisdom arising from love. The mission of The Spirit and the promise of Christ to perfect us find all its answers in our love of God. It is only through the this birth passage of forgiveness extracting the remaining sin and skin stretched by our own humility can we finally be clothed in the righteousness of God. Yes, life may not be fair, but nothing compares to the gift of redemption. When the faithful finally breathe the eternal nature of God and see all by the light of the Lamb, the humility sown in forgotten memories will have soon blossomed into extravagant bouquets that adorn the table as they dine with the King. Life is short and for many cruel and unfair, but be of good cheer because forgiveness lasts forever.
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