Sermon ~ Pastor Annette
“Heirs of the Promise”
22 bible chapters ago,
Jacob was on the run from his brother Esau.
He escaped -
had twelve sons who tortured each other
and they all landed in Egypt to escape a famine.
The descendants of those twelve sons
ended up enslaved in Egypt for 400 years -
during which the promise of God made to their ancestors
Abraham and Isaac and Jacob
fell out of their memory.
Eventually, the king of Egypt - the Pharaoh,
decided the Hebrew population was growing faster than he could feed it
so he ordered their baby boys be killed at birth.
A pair of midwives defied the Pharaoh and refused to kill the boys they delivered.
One of those boys was named Moses.
Brave as the midwives were - his mama was braver.
She gave him away rather than risk an Egyptian soldier finishing him with a spear.
Her plan was brilliant
and Moses grew up in the palace of the Pharaoh himself.
They adopted him and he was their little pet Hebrew.
One day . . . And one day only . . .
when Moses was grown but still a young man,
who he was born to be ~ flared up in him.
He saw an Egyptian beating one of his Hebrew kinsmen.
It was as if the two parts of Moses himself
that were always inside him all the time ~
were before his eyes for one minute.
And in that moment Moses was clear-eyed and brave
and as true to his people
as those midwives and his mother had been.
He killed the Egyptian for beating his kinsman.
But Moses' first burst of courage didn't last.
We know so by the way he buried the dead Egyptian in the sand.
Hid him . . .
Hoping no one saw.
He freed just one Hebrew from just one moment of suffering.
So Moses ran away.
The Pharaoh wanted him dead.
So much for being their pet.
So Moses ran away.
This story can't move until someone runs away - don't you know!
He comes to a no-place place called Midian -
across the Red Sea interestingly
He meets priest named Jethro -
the father of seven daughters who gives him one of the daughters in marriage, Zipporah.
They have an extremely weird marriage.
You can read about it on your own time.
Eighteen thousand, six hundred days go by -
Forty years that is. . .
The Hebrews enslaved in Egypt suffered, hugely.
As enslaved people are prone to do.
The work was menial and backbreaking.
Exodus 3 says, God heard their cries.
And the Hebrew baby born to die,
adopted into privilege with access to the highest palace in the land
Is now herding sheep in a foreign country.
It is honorable work - for the people who are called to do it.
Biblically - it always is a metaphor.
Biblical shepherds don’t shepherd sheep and goats.
They shepherd people.
They shepherd people from hopelessness to joy . . . .
from suffering to salvation . . . .
from fear all the way to faith.
Sometime around Day 18,601 ~
foreshadowing the greater leave taking that
God is about to usher in . . . .
Moses walks away from his flocks
to investigate a mystery.
A tree on fire but not at all burned up.
Unbeknownst to Moses - he's come the space called worship -
The space where human meets divine directly . . . .
Holy ground it's called.
Shoes are not appropriate.
Nothing human made between the ground and human feet -
We come from that ground
and it all comes from God.
God has something to say about what God made.
Things have gotten out of hand.
Humans enslaving other humans -
is entirely out of hand.
Much too much beyond the pale
of what God will now abide.
The precedent is set down here -
from within a burning bush.
Remember that one day, Moses?
That day you knew exactly who you were?
I need the Moses you were that day.
I need that Moses to go to Pharaoh
and tell him to let my people go.
My people, Moses.
Your mama and daddy's people.
Your aunties and your uncles and your cousins.
The ones you try not to think about after all these years.
Past what we would call retirement age -
Moses is sitting on a nest egg of privilege.
Time to spend it, Buddy . . .
That's what I hear God saying.
While Moses tries to convince God he really doesn't have anything at all.
This is what privileged people do, you know.
Pretend we aren't.
Pretend that we can't.
Claim we simply don't know how to do what needs done
When what needs done is risky or scary or just, uncomfortable.
Of course people can't help being privileged.
Moses can no more help being privileged
than his kinfolks can help being slaves.
Except, of course, he has choices.
And they don't.
And pretending he has fewer than he does
makes him no less privileged.
It just makes him self-indulgent - and a jerk.
And were this NOT the bible story -
Moses would be free to be
a self-indulgent jerk
who believed that all personal success
is really just a matter
of personal effort
Whether one is born to slaves or kings.
But this IS the bible story . . . .
With this divine promise embedded in these chosen people . . .
And on this page,
MOSES is the carrier of the promise for the people . .
Which means his life is not his own -
Any more than Abraham's was his;
Or Jacob's or Isaac's or Joseph's lives were theirs.
Moses was Hebrew by birth, Egyptian by adoption, Midianite by marriage.
But he below and before all that -
he was God's choice to carry the promise to a new generation.
And nowhere he could go was far enough
to outrun that reality . . .
And no excuse he could compose
was going to change God's mind.
Not because of who your parents are or who you're married to, Moses,
But because you are mine.
Because I've chosen you.
Because I will be with you all the way.
I could be wrong . . .
But when Moses heard the plan from the tree on fire,
I'm guessing it wasn't a brand new idea to him.
I'm guessing it was something he already thought about all the time.
How the generation before him
had taken great risks to save his baby butt
And now - here he was - hiding
in the mountains of a foreign country across the sea . . . .
I have the idea that one day he feel compelled to do right by them . . .but didn’t.
Then felt really guilty the next day.
And then the next day just ate lots of pasta and tried not to feel anything.
We know Moses felt something for his peoples' suffering -
at least once.
He killed a man over it.
But his passion
was pretty quickly tempered
by a natural appreciation for his own skin.
He was a helper - not an activist.
He tells the Lord as much.
The Pharaoh won't listen to me . . . . . . he whines.
The Hebrews won't listen to me either . . . . he wails.
God answers him patiently twice.
Then in verse 13 Moses tells the truth,
"O my God, puhleeeze send someone else!"
And the bible says, the Lord's anger was kindled against Moses.
Can ya maybe see why?
After all the breaks Moses has had -
all the good fortune and the privilege
and now God wants something from him
and he cannot muster an ounce of the compassion or courage
he once ~ ONCE ~ felt
for his own kinsmen.
As a Hebrew by birth, Egyptian by adoption and Midianite by marriage.
Moses played each to its maximum advantage;
he escaped infanticide,
he grew up rich and privileged,
he ended up safe, loved and set for life.
But, before Moses knew he was Hebrew or Egyptian or Midianite,
Moses was heir to the promise of God ~
All his other markers like Hebrew, Egyptian and Midianite
were subject to his status
as heir to the promise.
About ten years ago our alma mater, Arkansas State University, started a brilliant fundraising plan.
They employ undergraduate work study students in the development office . . . .
In the evenings . . . to call up alumni and to ask us for money.
Not a lot ~ $100 . . . $200.
It's pretty easy money to raise too - you know why?
Because 85% of the students that graduate from ASU are first generation college students.
People like us owe our university more
than we can pay back in our working lives.
In seminary I knew a woman who always gave her parents presents on her own birthday.
She said when she grew up she realized she owed them everything . . . .
Friends, to whom do you owe what?
Not because they have demanded payment -
but because without them
you would not have the life you have now?
What privilege and access and advantage . . . .
Do we carry around in our personhood every day
that we never asked for and never earned?
And yet we get to choose upon what we shall spend it.
Likewise - as with Moses . . .
before and below all the other things we are in this life:
Before we are male or female or non-binary or trans
or white or peach or black or brown or ginger
or rich or poor or skinny or fat or gay or straight
or American or Asian or African
or any of the other markers we assign to ourselves and others . . . .
before and below all of them . . .
we too are heirs of the promise of Christ . . . .
apart from Christ . . . Friends, nothing matters . . .
and in Christ . . . . everything is subject to Him.
If our lives were not the bible story -
We would be free, of course, to be self-indulgent.
But we are.
We are the bible story in this time and place . . .
We are heirs to that same promise . . . .
We are as chosen and as called as Moses
to carry the promise into another generation.
Would you pray with me?