With your unfailing love you lead the people you have redeemed. Ex 15:13 (NLT)
PART 1
I had left the complaining and crying of the people and walked toward the shore. In the early evening, the light flickered off the water in silvers and teals. Transfixed by the dancing colours, my mind wandered through the events of the last few hours. Our ex-masters had come for us… After all they had suffered over the last few weeks, I wasn’t sure they would give chase… now the only thing that separated us from them was a thick cloud.
The wailing from the camp drifted on the wind down to my secluded haven… We were good at complaining. We complained about the food, about the conditions, our captors, our country, our God, each other… we were masters of complaints. Children of heartache.
Yet, I yearned for more.
All those years enslaved, labouring under the hot sun, blisters covering my hands, my feet swollen and rough, my heart longed for more… like a homesickness for a far off land, one I had never seen. This sickness lured bitterness to my soul, toying with it… begging me to give up and accept my status in the world. Slave. Worthless. Expendable.
Like so many of my countrymen, at times this bitterness overwhelmed me, drying me out. I’ve been thirsty my whole life.
But hope… hope. It’s always played around the edges of my mind. It’s whispered dreams and promises that someday something ‘more’ would happen. The God of our people might smile upon us again and rescue us from our oppressors just as He had rescued Joseph all those years ago…
The wind grew stronger around me. The light no longer danced, but pulsated off the water and jolted me from my thoughts. As I stood, the wind heightened even more. It became a shout, and then a howl, blowing upon the water with such ferocity that I did not hear my name being called…
It seemed that the water was being pushed back by the wind. The gale licked it up like a starving desert wanderer… It was then that I felt him at my side, I turned…
Bathed in firelight, Caleb’s face was red and wild, his beard and hair crazy in the wind.
“Joshua, Moses is calling…”
At once, I knew that ‘the something more' I had yearned for, the promises whispered through stories of old and the ghosts of hope, would be found beyond this body of water that was being torn in two right before my eyes…
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