I found the map that I've added above online on this website.  I've included it because just reading lists of names of places isn't very meaningful in its own right.  If you are interested, you can check out more about the route, and assorted theories, if not, it serves as a reminder that what we read in a few sentences did not happen all that quickly.

I opted for three chapters today partly because I recalled that when we looked at Exodus as part of a second year OT module at vicar school, the focus was Exodus 1 - 15, stopping just after the crossing of the Red Sea.  It seemed appropriate, therefore, to work with that break in my close reading.

Back in the 1970s when I was first starting to engage seriously with Biblical reading, there was a popular and seemingly emergent theory, now discounted, that rather than the Red Sea, the Israelites crossed the Reed Sea... Again, you can find out more about this via Dr Google and Professor Wikipedia if you so wish.  I note this simply because as a result, I have 'always' known that there were questions over the location and historicity of the events described in this chapter.  Even if we have no questions about the nature of them, what they say to us about God that isn't exactly edifying.

One thing that seems to me abundantly clear, is that the Hebrews got a good head start before Pharaoh changed his mind yet again and sent out his charioteers to pursue them.

Close reading of these three chapters once again shows evidence of the combining of different sources, with variation in style and repetition of information.  Maybe I should stop boring my readers with this, as I'm sure you've all noticed it by now!!

Another Ritual

After a brief (re-)statement of the institution of the Passover, comes the requirement to sacrifice or redeem every firstborn male, human or livestock.  Sheep and cattle male firstborns are to be sacrificed but firstborn male donkeys and first born sons may be redeemed.  The purpose is a lasting reminder of what happened to the Egyptians.  This ritual is one of those performed by Mary and Joseph for Jesus within the encounter with Simeon and Anna.

Mumbling and Grumbling

Within this chunk of test, we have two records of the Hebrew people moaning and groaning.

The first comes when they are are camped near the place where they will cross the Red Sea, and they become aware that they are being pursued.  Surely we'd have better off to stay put, they say, better to have died in Egypt than to have had our hopes raised only to have them dashed...

The second comes after the crossing, as the people enter the Wilderness of Shur, and travel for three days without finding water; reaching Marah (which means bitter/bitterness) they find only bitter water and they complain again to Moses.  Presumably back in Egypt, plagues aside, there had always been an ample supply of clean water.

These little insights are important, because they show us that these were ordinary, fallible, human beings with ordinary concerns.  Sometimes we embark on a new venture only to wonder whether this was in fact wise... at least we knew what to expect where we were... That old job was at least familiar...  The way we used to do things was easier...  The place we left because we dreamed of a brighter tomorrow now takes on a rose-tinted remembracen or at least a sense of "well it wasn't SO bad afterall..."

It takes determination to keep moving forwards, even if metaphorical bridges have been burned and going back is impossible.  The lure of bitterness can be strong.  The resort to nostalgia overwhelming.  But there is no route back, only an uncharted route forward... and that can be really challenging.

This grumbling is a recurrent theme to which we will find ourselves returning - and whilst it isn't the most edifying, it is at least reassuring to know that we aren't so different from the ancients who sometimes seemed a whole lot closer to God than we ever are.

Victory Songs

Both Moses and Miriam are recorded as singing.  The song attributed to Moses is not, I suspect, one that we would choose to use in its entirety on a Sunday morning!  And yet phrases and lines from this, and from some of the more troubling Psalms are to be found in old hymns and contemporary worship songs, neatly skipping past the troubling verses.

Every now and then I find myself making up songs to God - spontaneous doggerel that arises in a moment and is as quickly forgotten.  Probably some of what I sing is not good theology, but it is authentically of the moment... trust me, though, you would not want to read or hear these songs!  I guess that just because something is bad poetry, dire music or even questionable theology it isn't automatically inauthentic. 

The victory song sung by Moses, and quite possibly repeated by Miriam and the women, expresses their emotions and understandings in that moment.  What we have recorded is, I suspect, a later, edited version, that has become part of the accepted liturgy or psalter of its day.  And it's that aspect which gives me pause for thought... sometimes I feel that nowadays we are too ready to publish, record and share songs that, whilst authentic for those who create them, really add little or nothing to the music of the church.  Sometimes, too, it is when I learn the story behind a song that irritates or offends my sensibilties, that I discover its worth for those who created it. 

Among my least-liked songs is one called 'Strength will rise" - or even "Strenf wiw rarz" as it's almost always sung in Estuary English.  The tune is dull and repetitive, the words, whilst innocuous seem a bit vacuous.  It was learning that this song was created by a young man suffering from depression singing hope when he had little or none that enabled me to discover its value and authenticity.  I still don't like it, but at least I understand it.

Washed up on the Seashore

The account of the events includes reference to the bodies of dead Egyptians being washed up on the seashore.  I cannot read these words and not think of the refugees who are drowning in the Mediterranean as they flee Syria in the hope of a new life.

The simplistic "Hebrews good, Egyptians bad" distinction doesn't work.  Perhaps the equally simplistic "refugees good, extremists bad" distinction isn't entirely right either.

The story interprets the drowing of the Egyptians as the work of a God who is on the side of the Hebrews.  In its context we accept it, even if it is uncomfortable.  It does beg questions about where God is perceived to be in the current refugee and migrant crisis, by those of us who name ourselves Christian and by those follow variant forms of islam.

Stern Words

This section ends with some stern words from God:

There the Lord made for them a statute and an ordinance and there he put them to the test. He said, ‘If you will listen carefully to the voice of the Lord your God, and do what is right in his sight, and give heed to his commandments and keep all his statutes, I will not bring upon you any of the diseases that I brought upon the Egyptians; for I am the Lord who heals you.’

Lots of conditions here - if you listen, if you do what is right, if you heed God's commandments, if you keep all God's statutes, then...

How often do we speak of the God who heals (and back to songs, quote the phrase 'I am the Lord who heals you') without noting this more than somewhat scary context.  Total obedience is required to avoid illness... which is surely impossible.

Camping at Elim

This stage of the story ends with the people camped at Elim, a fertile place characterised by having twelve springs and seventy palm trees.  The numbers are certainly significant/symbolic, but perhaps what we note is that for a while at least, the people are able to rest in a comfortable place.

In parts of Britain, especially in Wales, Baptist churches are named after Biblical places, so Hebron, Ebenezer, Salem, Sion/Zion and so on.  Not so common is Elim, but I found one in Wales when I did a quick web search.

A church as an oasis, where tired people can find rest and refreshment before continuing their journey... I reckon that's quite a good aim to have.

Tomorrow we move on again, beyond the material I worked with in vicar school and back to searching my memory banks for the 'O' level RE stuff!  A week into our Lenten journey I hope that you haven't given up, and that just maybe something in what I write resonates or prompts thoughts of your own.

A couple of articles that popped up in my newsfeed on social media that I think are worth taking a look at.

The titles are self-explanatory and both are US in origin, nonetheless they speak across cultures and cinditions.

"Death, The Prosperity Gospel and Me" is written by someone who has carried out empirical research on aspects of the prosperity gospel, including supernatural healing, and now finds herself living with Stage 4 (controllable but incurable) cancer.

"Lent in the Shadow of Cancer" is the thoughts of three women each having faced a diagnosis of breast cancer.  One is Stage 4, one is a NED and one is just completing treatment.

I am glad to see such honest writing starting to emerge rather than the saccharine stuff that I came across back in 2010 when I began to write about my experiences.  If I have contributed in some small way to a more honest body of writing, then that's got to be a good thing.

Here're a few extracts from what Anya, the young woman with Stage 4 breast cancer writes, that echoes my own sentiments, albeit I am older, contentedly single, and this far a healthy, happy NED...

"I no longer deny myself anything during Lent. So much has been taken from me: my breast, my ovaries, the blessing of having another child, the possibility of living to be old, the false sense of security and safety in which I used to live. I’ve chosen to celebrate Lent, instead, by doing something additional, primarily by trying to be more aware of others’ needs and more selfless and attentive toward others."

"To be completely honest, Easter is more difficult for me now than it used to be. The jump from the mourning of Good Friday to the happiness and abundance of Easter seems too quick for me. How can I be pastel and happy and hunting for eggs, when just a couple of days ago I was staring into the pit of death? What Easter means to me, since I still feel like I’m in the valley of the shadow of death, is that Christ is with me wherever I am; and that there exists a future after death when pain and suffering will disappear."

"All of my advice is very clichéd—try to experience the joy and miraculousness of ordinary, everyday life. Soak in all the happiness and love that you can. Don’t ask yourself “why me?” Ask yourself “why not me?” You don’t know what will happen to you, but accept your life for what it is. Know that you are not alone and that God will never abandon you. Do what you love to do. Read. Fill your life with peace and beauty."

On the basis that Monday is my 'day off' and recognising that this week is, relatively speaking quite busy, today I forewent (is there such a word?  Past tense of forego when foregone isn't the right word!) my walk and opted for a quiet day in - even though the glorious sunshine was incredibly hard to resist.

So, basically, after I'd read and reflected on today's chunk of Exodus, I settled down to complete my latest jigsaw puzzle - a one thousand piece image - which kept me busy for somewhere between four and five hours!  This is in addition to the many pleasant already spent in previous days.

It was good to be able to focus and concentrate for such an extended period, and it was almost good to get a bit bored with the last little bit when it was down to systematically working through pieces for the trees at the top!

I am far more weary having completed this than I'd have imagined, but it is good weary.

And the (relatively) restful day has been a good thing in readiness for a week of happy outings and visitors.

This next section seems to me to illustrate very clearly that several different sources or traditions have been brought together in one place - the chronology is untidy and the text is somewhat repetitive.  It is also part of the most familiar aspect of the story and so possibly one that we think we know inisde out.

The Status of Moses, and the Act of Plundering

This section opens with a statement about the status of Moses - a man of great importance in the land of Egypt, in the sight of Pharaoh's officials and in the sight of the people.  This pretty much follows on from the shift observed in the preceding accounts of the plagues, but here it is stated unambiguously. 

When Moses tells the people to ask their Egyptian neighbours for silver and gold, the neighbours readily comply... they are probably by now willing to do anything to rid themselves of the Hebrews.  This plundering of the Egyptians, which is restated further on in this pair of chapters (possibly from a different original source) does not make for easy reading, it offends my sensibilties at the very least.

Reading this reminds me of the question that emerged for me when I saw the film "Suffragette" and the tendency to romanticise and even justify vandalism and worse because these were the 'goodies'... that peaceful means had failed and now the women resorted to letter bombs and smashing windows.  I grew up viewing the Hebrews as the goodies and the Egyptians as the baddies - it all seemed so simple and reasonable to a child!

I struggle with the justification of violence and crime, but it does seem to be something that recurs throughout history and that, when a story is retold looking backwards, such behavour is assimilated into acceptability, so oong as it was perpetrated by the vcitors.  Which means, perhaps, that instead of raging at the Biblical narrative, we may do well to ask ourselves how we tell the stories of our own time, what distortions or justifications we employ to justify our actions or attitudes.

A New Calendar and a New Ritual

The flow of the narrative is disrupted - and the chronology fouled up - by the detailed description of the establishment of a new calendar and a new, perpetual ordinance.  (In the opening verses Moses announces the death of the first born as imminent, now we discover that preparations will take have  taken several days).

A new calendar - a new beginning, potentially a paradigm shift.  This is to be 'day one of month one' and on day ten you are to choose the lamb/kid that will be eaten.  Four days later the animal is slaughtered, blood daubed on lintels, and the meal hastily eaten.

This seems a very stark and significant moment in the story of these people.  A line drawn in the sand.  An irrevocable change.  I wonder if it felt like that, or if, at the time it was just another demand from Moses?  Was it only later that they could look back and say 'this was the defining moment'?  The way the text is worded, what we have is the institution of a religious ritual, a 'perpetual ordinance' not plans for an escape from a hostile land!  Strict rules for cleansing of homes, purging all leaven and the stern consequences for failure to comply.  Seven days in which no work is permitted beyond the preparation of meals (which surely would not have been feasible for slaves in Egypt).  I am pretty sure this is a 'writing back' of later practice.

What strikes me is something about our personal calendars and rituals, as inidividuals, families and as churches.  Our practice of marking birthdays and anniversaries is tantamount to 'new calendars', as is the commemoration of significant dates in the lives of communities and nations.  From this point, this birth, this marriage, this diagnosis, this ordination, this divorce, this new job...

Whether it is red roses and unsigned cards for Valentine's day, candles on a birthday cake, the laying of flowers at a grave or any number of other things, we have our own perpetual ordinances, the rituals that shape our lives.

When my little church in Dibley was forced to move out of our building, I developed a careful 'ritual', a service to mark that ending-beginning.  That wasn't a 'lasting ordinance' no-one keeps 'leaving the building' day; nonetheless it was important in its own right.

Rituals around significant events are important, what merits further thought, perhaps, is which of these are 'lasting ordinances' and which are definitely 'one off'.

When your children ask...

The Passover Seder is built around children asking questions.  This echoes the establishment of the Passover ritual we read here... when your children ask 'why' this is what you are to tell them.

I wonder what aspects of our faith and life might prompt questions from our children, and what responses we might offer?  I wonder too, if the ritualised remembering of the Passover has a sense of catechesis lost to our much more ad hoc, informal responses to questions?  Might there be merit in creating rites/rituals around our own major festivals and practices that are based on questions?  I do recall a creative communion liturgy used first at the BUGB-BMS Assembly (and then borrowed by the BUS-BMS Assembly!) that did just that - two children as 'observers' asking and exploring questions about what the adults were doing.

Only for Insiders

The Passover ritual is a 'closed' rite - only circumcised men may partake, foreigners or slaves are excluded unless they are first circumcised, women and children are included implicitly provided they are racially Hebrew.  In our age of 'open' Communion, and increasingly with a welcome extended to all comers, this seems very strange.  The restriction is ritualised and possibly as much racial as it is religious.  In the context of an emergent nation, seeking to establish itself, such restrictions make some degree of sense - to open this rite to all and sundry would be to dilute their national-religious identity.  The context is utterly different from that we experience on a typical Sunday morning, even though the rite we share emerged from this ancient practice.

There is a question to ponder, though, and that is about the insider/outsider distinction, and the place of formal, covenanted Church membership.  At one level, the legal frameworks of this nation necessitates such distinction, at least when it comes to matters of charitable governance and employment.  At another level, even when couched in the softest of terms, as covenant comitment to walk together, with God, it is anathema to some people, for all sorts of reasons.  I don't have any answers, and I don't think there are any easy solutions... even if it continues to frustrate me that sometimes people will express commitment to a community covenant and still decline to covenant as members!  Ah well.  That's me and my opinions.

A Journey Begins

This section sees the Hebrew people begin their long journey.  After '430' years (or umpteen generations anyway) they leave behind all that they have ever known and head off from Ramases to Succoth.  I wonder what emotions they experienced?  What were there hopes and dreams?  Their fears and anxieties?

I wonder, too, how we feel on the brink of our own new journeys, whatever they may be?  Sometimes we just have to take the first steps and find out!

Today I fancied cornflakes for a change from my usual porridge, which reminded me of these two 'graces'...

Allegedly English Version:
Lord, grant that we may not be like porridge: stiff, stodgy and hard to stir, but like cornflakes: crisp, fresh and ready to serve.