Responsabilioty

I ran to the door and looked up and down the street outside my house. The night was cool, and as I looked up and down the road, I saw the tiny tan houses in the darkness but nothing else. My baby was born tonight, and when my wife and I saw that the baby was a boy, we were terrified. I had to make sure no soldiers were coming. The Pharoah of Egypt didn’t think it was enough to just work us to death with little to no pay, but now he had graciously decided to start killing our baby boys. I am a Hebrew, and my great, great, great grandfather had brought us to this place when food was hard to find, and we were promised so much up until the moment the pharaoh died, and the next pharaoh didn’t like us much, so we became his slaves. We protested, but it didn’t do much good. We were but a humble tribe and didn’t stand much chance against the mighty armies of Egypt. Now I was standing outside my front door looking for torches coming down the street to make sure my baby was a girl, and if they found out the baby was a boy… well, I don’t like to think about it.

That was three months ago, and the soldiers never came, but my son’s cries have grown ever launder as he has grown. Now, they are so loud in the quietness of the night that we are out of options. We had to do something to give our child a chance, even if it was just a small one. My wife stayed up all night working with my daughter Miriam by the light of the fire, weaving a large basket for Our Son and waterproofing it with wax. She moved her hands in and out, twisting and turning the reads until she had a thick basket just large enough for our son, and then she made the lid while my daughter sat with my son, knowing it could be the last time and hoping and praying that the God of our fathers would save him that someone would find him and that he would live.

When morning came, I kissed my son goodbye. I had to report to work. I was a brickmaker, and the punishment was harsh if I did not show up on time. I told them goodbye, knowing this would likely be the last time I saw my son but praying otherwise.

I came back that night expecting the worst. My wife had put our son in the mighty Nile River, infested with monstrous creatures of all shapes and sizes. But when I walked into the house, there was only joy, and I couldn’t understand how any joy could come out of today, but before I could ask, I saw my son in my wife’s arms, and my daughter Miriam came and excitedly told me the story. She told me that after I had left that morning, she and her mother walked down to the river's edge and placed the basket in the water and our baby inside. They sat there long, saying goodbye and praying that God would protect him. Then, they gently closed the lid and pushed the basket out onto the river. My wife sat and watched the basket drift away, but my daughter Miriam crouched in the reads and followed the basket down the river a long way. After a long while, it made its way to the royal palace. The basket drifted and turned lazily in the water until it got caught amongst the reeds. Miriam said she looked over the palace and saw the princess, a young woman dressed in fine jewelry and expensive clothes, come to the river's edge and prepare to get in the water. As she was preparing to get in, she pointed at the basket and called for one of the servants to go and get the basket for her. The servant went and got the basket, and when the young woman got it, she opened it and saw that it was a baby boy but not an Egyptian, a Hebrew. Miriam told me that she could see that the young woman looked at the child with pity, so she left her hiding place and walked up cautiously to the princess and asked her if she wanted me to find a Hebrew to feed and take care of the baby boy. The Young woman seemed pleased by this and told her to “Go.” So I ran back home and got Mom and brought her to the princess. She gave him to mom to take care of until he was old enough to care for himself.

I reached down and hugged my daughter, Miriam. I could not have imagined she would be so brave and responsible. I looked at my son, knowing he would do great things.

Let's go ahead and open our Bibles to Exodus Chapter 2 again that is exodus chapter 2

The responsibleness of Miriam and the responsibleness of Jesus.

John 17: 9-10

“I am praying for them. I am not praying for the world but for those whom you have given me, for they are yours. All mine are yours and yours are mine, and I am glorified in them.”