"As the water flowed back, it covered the chariots and charioteers of Pharaoh's whole army that had followed the children of Israel into the sea. Not a single one escaped."
Exodus 14:28
As I listened to this reading on Pray-As-You-Go this morning, I found myself feeling sad for the lost Egyptians. When the reflection began, following the reading, the reader said, "You may find yourself feeling sorry for the Egyptians..." It's like they read my mind! Why did I feel badly for the Egyptians? I've heard this reading since I was a young child and can only remember cheering as the Good Guys escape the Bad Guys. I wonder if, as I get older, I'm finally recognizing the value of all life. The lines between the Good guys and Bad guys seem blurrier. The question on PAYG went on to ask if there are any situations in our lives where we feel captive or enslaved, like the Israelites were enslaved by the Egyptians. Is there anything, anyone, or any situation that keeps us from feeling like a beloved, free child of God? That's a great question that can distract me a bit from picturing all those dead Egyptians washing up on the shore. What about us? What in our lives keeps us from being free? Can we take that God and ponder it on a summer Tuesday? Love, heidi
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