Here is a short message written in August of 2012 about the exodus. Imagine, just as in any society, the misfits and renegades of society being imprisoned behind bars. So these ‘undesirables’ hear the decree of Pharaoh telling the Jews to leave Egypt and don’t let the door hit’m in the rear on the way out. Do the families, leaving at long last and once and for all, leave their own behind, however rebellious and troublesome they were to their families and society. If they were of the Hebrew cloth, they were not left behind. Their position in the 5-6 million throng may not have been good, but God WILL NOT lose even one of His, nor will He leave any behind.
The Hebrew Cloth
10 And I heard a loud voice saying in heaven, Now is come salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of his Christ: for the accuser of our brethren is cast down, which accused them before our God day and night. 11 And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death. – Rev 12:10-11 KJV
As the day gets darker, we know the approaching midnight hour is not long away. When the accuser has been cast down and goes about non-stop accusing us, we know that the kingdom of God is near at hand and the hour of our deliverance is upon us.
We are of the multitude who are being separated from Egypt and Pharaohs army. As we walk through the dry passage of the Red Sea, we each arrive at the opposing shore at different times. The first arrive and look back at their brethren in great hope and anticipation, and would just as soon that the anxious ordeal be over with at the very moment and the last of them would step onto the shore and be embraced by the waiting throng.
But those who are here at the back, trudging through the dung of so vast a caravan of creatures, in visual sight of Pharaoh’s fast approaching chariots and horsemen, carry the burden of questioning – whether we will reach the safer land with so many ahead of us. As we roll the abandoned carts, dig trenches, and stack stones to slow the enemy down, we have to trust all the more in our Deliverer to hold the gate – till WE get there. But that is the lot of the outcast, the offender, the convicted, the lowly. We are thankful that our people realized we were of the Hebrew cloth as well, and did not leave us behind in Egypt. My prayer is: Lord, let me be the last one across, for I know what tremendous grace it is that You have extended to me, the most wretched of sinners.
by Keith Kampschaefer – 8/21/12
Uncontrolled Opposition 