Fourteenth Sunday After Pentecost, September 14, 2014
Hebrew Bible Reading: Exodus 14:19-31
The angel of God who
was going before the Israelite army moved and went behind them; and the pillar
of cloud moved from in front of them and took its place behind them. It
came between the army of Egypt and the army of Israel. And so the cloud was
there with the darkness, and it lit up the night; one did not come near the
other all night.
Then Moses stretched out his hand over the sea. The Lord drove the sea back by a strong
east wind all night, and turned the sea into dry land; and the waters were
divided. The Israelites went into the sea on dry ground, the waters
forming a wall for them on their right and on their left. The Egyptians
pursued, and went into the sea after them, all of Pharaoh’s horses, chariots,
and chariot drivers. At the morning watch the Lord in the pillar of fire and cloud looked down upon
the Egyptian army, and threw the Egyptian army into panic. He clogged their
chariot wheels so that they turned with difficulty. The Egyptians said, “Let us
flee from the Israelites, for the Lord is
fighting for them against Egypt.”
Then the Lord said
to Moses, “Stretch out your hand over the sea, so that the water may come back
upon the Egyptians, upon their chariots and chariot drivers.” So Moses
stretched out his hand over the sea, and at dawn the sea returned to its normal
depth. As the Egyptians fled before it, the Lord tossed the Egyptians into the sea. The waters
returned and covered the chariots and the chariot drivers, the entire army of
Pharaoh that had followed them into the sea; not one of them remained. But
the Israelites walked on dry ground through the sea, the waters forming a wall
for them on their right and on their left.
Thus the Lord saved
Israel that day from the Egyptians; and Israel saw the Egyptians dead on the
seashore. Israel saw the great work that the Lord did against the Egyptians. So the people feared
the Lord and believed in
the Lord and in his servant
Moses.
Reflections: This
pivotal story in the life of the people of God has been retold innumerable
times, and interpreted in diverse ways. Debating whether miracles involve the
violation of nature, or whether God punished the Egyptians for following the
instructions of their political and military leaders probably miss the point.
What we might ask ourselves, instead, is what this event speaks to in our life
experience.
It’s not difficult to relate to the
Israelite’s situation. While I may not have had my back against the sea in the
face of an invading army, I have found myself in impossible situations: lost
something I greatly treasured, failed at something that really mattered, hurt
someone I loved. Once my mother almost died while I was abroad—with no money
for a ticket home. Like the Israelites at the Red Sea, I too could see no way
forward.
And yet, most of the time, life continues.
Sometimes we are delivered: we find what we have lost, we discover new
possibilities, relationships are healed. At other times superman never comes;
we can recognize deliverance only in retrospect. Whether we feel our prayer are
answered, or continue to struggle, God has been and remains with us, and God is deliverance, a presence in the here
and now that is true and real, independent of our current outlook or feelings.
What is really remarkable about this passage
in Exodus may not be that the Israelites were delivered from impending disaster,
but the fact that they saw the hand of God in that turn of events—and remembered.
The story became not simply an account of events, but a formative history that shaped
a diverse crowd victims into the people of God.
In contrast to the Israelites, however, no
matter how tied up in knots I might get about a situation in which I feel
trapped, when deliverance comes, it is easy to forget my desperation. The
relief that wells up quickly dissipates, then dissolves in my new
preoccupations. I suspect that our lives are full of events (both resolved and
as yet unresolved) with the life-changing potential of Exodus. They are
doubtless rife with stories that can rewrite our personal histories . . . if we
honor them by discerning the presence of God in those experiences—and remember.