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As Many Times As It Takes

The Israelites were enslaved in Egypt when Moses was born. His mother and sister were imagined placing little Moses into a basket and setting the basket in the river Nile in their attempts to save him from the wrath of the Pharoah. These were the original infanticide days, as would be recast in Christian scripture with Herod playing the role of Pharoah and Jesus playing the role of Moses (or maybe you haven’t noticed that before).

Poetically, it was Pharoah’s daughter who found the baby and hired none other than Moses’ sister to be his caretaker.

Enraged at the cruelty imposed upon an Israelite by an Egyptian, a Moses now several years older killed the Egyptian and fled Egypt to live as a shepherd until such time as he encountered that proverbial burning bush, from which a voice instructed him to return to Egypt and to free his fellow Israelites from their enslavement.

It was in this conversation (Moses wasn’t quick to just say, “Sure,” you understand), that the first name for God was offered – a name worthy of an entire lesson on another Sunday morning.

The first name for God was offered as I Am, or I Am that I Am. Have you considered the implications of, in a sense, invoking the name of God with every statement that you begin with the words, “I am?”

In other words, if every statement you begin with the words, “I am,” were a prayer, which statements would you still choose to utter? Think of some of the statements you might begin with, “I am.” Would the words that follow elevate or diminish? Would the words that follow speak to your highest possibilities or your lowest fears?

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