My latest Monday School lesson.
Picture it Egypt 1,447 BC – kinda. You’re a slave. You have 0 to no rights. Your day consists of work, work and more work. Someone has to make the bricks. There is one spot of joy in your life. You are going to have a child. A blessing from God.
One day you start to hear rumors, rumblings from the Egyptians. Pharaoh has proclaimed that all male Hebrew babies are to be killed. Panic fills your heart. What if your baby is a boy? You rub your belly praying to God that your baby isn’t a boy. ‘A girl Lord. Please, let it be a girl.’ Those rumors are true.
The big day arrives. Your heart is full and broken at the same time. A boy. Healthy, happy but sadly – a boy. You’ve heard the screams of your sisters as their babies had been ripped from their arms. You’ve heard the wailings that languished long into the night. Your arms have ached from holding your sisters as they shatter from the devastation. Now, you will know their sorrow, it’s a boy. All the thoughts are there. All those painful moments with your sisters overtake your joy. How God? How could you let it be a boy? The sobs can’t be controlled. All you are able to think is, ‘it’s a boy.’
A mothers love is for her child. To love, to share, to hold, to know. You’re going to keep him. You will defy Pharaoh and his gut wrenching policy as long as you can. Delaying the inevitable. God gave you this amazing gift and you want as much of it as you can soak in. The fear is still strong. The fear stops you from naming your son. We have a saying, ‘if you name it, you make it real.’ Your son is real. But for how long will he be a reality?
Babies grow. Babies make noise. The day comes you can no longer hide him. God gives you this amazing plan. It’s gonna hurt. But the thought that your child is alive somewhere, anywhere is better than knowing he was killed. Ripped from your arms. Most likely bashed against the very walls of the home you live in. So you get to work. Trust God’s plan and make a basket for your child to float him down the river. Praying all the time he will not be eaten by creatures, killed anyway. You must protect your baby boy.
Jochebed teaches us that no matter how much it hurts. Or we think it’s going to hurt. We should always trust in God’s plan. Not only was the life of her child saved but she got to openly (without fear the soldiers would kill him) raise a boy. Yes, Sue next door thought she was raising Pharaoh’s daughters baby. But she knew. God knew that was her baby boy. And God had big plans for this child.
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Love this and love the (maybe) nod to Sophia with Picture it, Egypt. That’s what it made me think of. I’ll always relate things to the Golden Girls, though.
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Yes, it was. I really like that show. I try to work modern relatable things into my Monday School lessons. Thank you for reading.
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