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1 | God kill Moses? | Exodus | ZillaMaximus | 218326 | ||
Again, a shocker to me. Exodus 4:24-26 (NLV) Why does God come to kill Moses? I have companion questions to this, like, the blood smeared on a bridegroom and circumcision and what is going on there and what should I get out of it and if Moses hadn't already told Aaron what was the plan, why would God speak to Moses and then try to kill him before there was any hope of completing His plan? Again, couple sentences but much I don't get. Why/How did Zipporah know God was coming? How did she know circumcision of Moses' son would stop Moses being killed? Thanks, Zilla |
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2 | God kill Moses? | Exodus | DocTrinsograce | 218333 | ||
Hi, Zilla... When I read Sister Azure's comment, I looked at your profile. The following poem, by Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672) came to mind. She went through the burning of her home, too. Although the language is antiquated, perhaps you will be blessed by the thoughts of this blessed Puritan woman whose experience was similar to your own. In Him, Doc In silent night when rest I took, For sorrow neer I did not look, I waken'd was with thundring nois And Piteous shreiks of dreadfull voice. That fearfull sound of fire and fire, Let no man know is my Desire. I, starting up, the light did spye, And to my God my heart did cry To strengthen me in my Distresse And not to leave me succourlesse. Then coming out beheld a space, The flame consume my dwelling place. And, when I could no longer look, I blest his Name that gave and took, That layd my goods now in the dust: Yea so it was, and so 'twas just. It was His own: it was not mine; Far be it that I should repine. He might of All justly bereft, But yet sufficient for us left. When by the Ruines oft I past, My sorrowing eyes aside did cast, And here and there the places spye Where oft I sate, and long did lye. Here stood that Trunk, and there that chest; There lay that store I counted best: My pleasant things in ashes lye, And them behold no more shall I. Under thy roof no guest shall sitt, Nor at thy Table eat a bitt. No pleasant tale shall 'ere be told, Nor things recounted done of old. No Candle 'ere shall shine in Thee, Nor bridegroom's voice ere heard shall bee. In silence ever shalt thou lye; Adieu, Adeiu; All's vanity. Then streight I gin my heart to chide, And didst thy wealth on earth abide? Didst fix thy hope on mouldring dust, The arm of flesh didst make thy trust? Raise up thy thoughts above the skye That dunghill mists away may flie. Thou hast an house on high erect Fram'd by that mighty Architect, With glory richly furnished, Stands permanent tho' this bee fled. It's purchased, and paid for too By him who hath enough to doe. A Prise so vast as is unknown, Yet, by his Gift, is made thine own. Ther's wealth enough, I need no more; Farewell my Pelf, farewell my Store. The world no longer let me Love, My hope and Treasure lyes Above. |
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