While Israel trudged through the wilderness, they encountered their cousins – the Moabites who were descendants of Lot.
Israel had a prophet called Moses who had a message. His message was timely for he arrived on the scene at the time prophecy said he would – 400 years later.
Moab, had a prophet too. A true prophet. He saw visions. God spoke to him regularly.
Both prophets knew how to approach God. Both would offer same sacrifices, speaking of the coming Lamb. Both built seven altars.
But Balaam opposed the Exodus. He sought to derail it. Moses was for it. He could see that it was the vindicated Word for that age.
Balaam had the form of godliness but not the revelation of the prophetic truth. Greed blinded his eyes. Today his name is mentioned in infamy. Be like Moses. Believe the prophecy for your era. Join the exodus.
Call it a fulfilled prophecy. Four hundred years after God told Abraham that his descendants will leave their land of captivity, Moses appeared on the scene.
His message was clear. The time of deliverance for Abraham’ seed had come.
He had two signs to go with his prophetic message. He was not the only miracle worker though.
Jannes and Jambres could create snakes too. Pharaoh was enthralled by their wonders. Why would they then believe the message of the Exodus?
Though they could make miracles happen, they failed to see that only Moses had the prophecy of God for that age.
As anointed but blind guides, they led their convert – Pharaoh to a watery grave beneath the Red Sea.
When Israel were captives in Egypt
Denied their rights and forced to slave
In back-breaking toils of brick making
They remembered the promise God gave
And cried against the oppressive rulers
Who whip-lashed their burdened backs
Yet added no mortar to ease their tasks
In the midst of such precarious peril
They were still children of the covenant
Though despised and treated ill
After four hundred years in God’s will
Israel had only lost her fellowship
Through exile from the land of promise
The Covenant was not premised on geography
Misery and penury could not annul destiny
Today’s Israel-the elect church takes solace
In her straits she rests on God’s sovereignty
The gracious God that brought His people out
From the dark domain of Egyptian drudgery
Did not let them starve though they were without
Farming tools or barns and sans pots or pans
On the way He fed them daily with angels’ food
Such sweet sustenance from supernatural store
It was sufficient for daily intake but not more
Hoarding for greed merely supplied worms’ need
The rotting excess became the doubters’ chore
God is our Source on this exodus to glory
His spiritual manna is allotted to every age
Thus tis no use to stay on yesterday’s page
Israel’s exodus from Egypt to the Good Land
Typifies the Church’s march from Earth to Glory
Christ leads consecutive itinerant pilgrim bands
And scripts a similar but happily divergent story
Israel marched under banner of the Pillar of Fire
The Angel who led them in God’s Name was swift
To severely punish any enactments of sinful desire
For the blood of the old covenant was weak and frail
It merely covered sin without the power to remit
It deferred guilt with impaired mercy on wilderness trail
Joshua was the son of Nun, from the tribe of Ephraim
He must have had a humble beginning
Born as many others to slaves in Egypt
A servant first, a leader next, a tale worth reading
Joshua was a loyal, trusted aide of Moses
Not for him the duplicity of two-faced eye service
He was content to be a footman to a great man
And for forty years he was a prophet’s apprentice
When Moses went to the Holy mount to receive
The commandments written by God’s hand on tablets
Aaron, Hur and many of the noble elders waited
Outside the camp where Israel was billeted
Joshua went with Moses to where God gazetted
His laws for Israel, while Joshua stood behind his lord
Balaam was the worthy son of Beor
A prophet who lived in eastern lands
His is a tale of pure means and ends impure
But he loved the Lord, and knew the Word
While Israel sojourned in the wilderness
She was a nation of pilgrims traveling
Wherever the Pillar of Fire was leading
Neighbours dreaded the Divinely led droves
The mighty tread of her feet and hooves
Now Balak was king of the Moabites
The descendants of Lot-cousins
By propinquity and proximity to Israelites
Yet he sought to halt Israel’s march
By a curse to stop the Exodus-dash