Moses, Pharaoh, and his Daughter
Sweet little Moses floats softly down the river not knowing that the Father is making a daughter find his basket and nurture his infancy into adolescents. Sweet daughters, sweet infants, sweet baskets, we’re all such wonderful players in ancient stories. Blow the dust off of historic tales. Pharaoh is us and our dad and we’re the unexpected player and the piece that doesn’t seem to fit but completes the masterwork.
Sweet girl, daughter of the wretched king, holds the infant boy. We’re all three begging to be redeemed and isn’t it wonderful that Holy Plasma heals the bruised and Marvelous Platelets close the wounds so that we too can rescue and be rescued while remaining as a pile of misused context clues!
The rushing Nile is like our dear sweet Father who saved us from the father and the genocide in his eyes. Praises be to King of kings because the king wants us dead and the King saves our lives.
Baby Moses eats from the breast of a stranger but the stranger is his savior and he remains ignorant to reality but the woman knows the importance of confidentiality! “Childish” isn’t as bad as we’ve grown to make it.