Okay I've been blogging and blogging and never actually got into telling you what happened to me & Moses so long ago. This seems like a pretty good time to fill you in and, by the way, this is all part of Maggid, the longest section of the bloggadah:
Our ancestors were slaves in Egypt, which they called Mitzraim. Pharoah forced them to build cities and palaces. That was bad enough, but when Pharaoh ordered the male children of the Israelites to be drowned, one Israelite mother, Yocheved, hid her baby in a basket on the river. (You don't hear the name Yocheved much any more.)
When the Pharoah's daughter came to the river to bathe, she discovered the baby in the basket, and she decided to keep him as her own. She named him Moses, which means drawn from the water. (It's interesting that they even had a word for "drawn from the water.")
The baby's sister, Mariam, saw what had happened, and she asked the Pharoahs' daughter if she needed help with the baby. The Pharoah's daughter liked the idea, so Yocheved was able to help raise Moses and teach him about his people.
When Moses grew up, he saw an Egyptian beating an Israelite slave. Moses lost it and killed the Egyptian. (Moses ended up being a big hero, but, I admit, this doesn't make him look so good.) Afterward, Moses fled from Egypt to the land of Midian, where of course he met my dad Jethro, who introduced him to me. From this point on, I can give a first-hand account of the story.
Our ancestors were slaves in Egypt, which they called Mitzraim. Pharoah forced them to build cities and palaces. That was bad enough, but when Pharaoh ordered the male children of the Israelites to be drowned, one Israelite mother, Yocheved, hid her baby in a basket on the river. (You don't hear the name Yocheved much any more.)
When the Pharoah's daughter came to the river to bathe, she discovered the baby in the basket, and she decided to keep him as her own. She named him Moses, which means drawn from the water. (It's interesting that they even had a word for "drawn from the water.")
The baby's sister, Mariam, saw what had happened, and she asked the Pharoahs' daughter if she needed help with the baby. The Pharoah's daughter liked the idea, so Yocheved was able to help raise Moses and teach him about his people.
When Moses grew up, he saw an Egyptian beating an Israelite slave. Moses lost it and killed the Egyptian. (Moses ended up being a big hero, but, I admit, this doesn't make him look so good.) Afterward, Moses fled from Egypt to the land of Midian, where of course he met my dad Jethro, who introduced him to me. From this point on, I can give a first-hand account of the story.
One day when Moses was tending sheep on Mount Horeb in Midian, a voice spoke to him from the bush of the eternal flame. The voice, which turned out to be God's voice, told Moses to go back to Egypt to free the Israelite slaves. Moses thought he might be able to do this by writing a song for the Pharoah. That song will be the subject of my next post.
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