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In the beginning, God gave us words that blazed at night and turned to ash by morning.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFreedom,\u201d He told us, and we repeated the word by our cooking fires. It was an ember, burning bright within our chests. \u201cRedemption,\u201d He promised, and we whispered His word into each other\u2019s flesh. It was so withered, so very ripe for being saved. \u201cI will take you to Me for a people,\u201d we quoted, and the words were so very warm. \u201cI will redeem you with an outstretched arm.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

But once the mornings came the nighttime heat had dissipated. \u201cFreedom\u201d paled under the yoke, \u201cRedemption\u201d faded. The whips screamed louder words into our flesh, \u201cSlaves\u201d and \u201cOurs\u201d and \u201cVermin.\u201d. \u201cI will take you to Me for a people,\u201d we reminded ourselves, and tried to take these words into our days of toil. But they slipped through our fists like the sand in the desert. They were a heap of gold bestowed upon a starving man.<\/span><\/p>\n

Who needs redemption, we thought as we stumbled and suffered and bled. Give us a short respite instead, Oh God Almighty. Grant us a sip of water, an hour\u2019s peace. We won\u2019t survive, you know, with just Your Words to warm us. We won\u2019t live long enough to see Your promised arm, the one You are outstretching, oh-so-slowly, to redeem us.<\/span><\/p>\n

The miracles, when they came, were somewhat better. We dipped our fingers in the bloody Nile, which was for once a source of death for our oppressors, too. \u201cSee,\u201d we told each other, holding dripping hands against the daylight. \u201cIt\u2019s happening. It\u2019s real.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Time passed, and the blood dried on our fingers. Water replaced it, our elation died.<\/span><\/p>\n

But now, God\u2019s words are different.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cKill,\u201d he tells us.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTake the blood.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStrike the lintel.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd it shall come to pass, when your children shall say unto you: What mean ye by this service?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Our children shall ask, and they might well disdain us. They might remember us as men devoid of patience and of faith. \u201cRedemption,\u201d they will say, and will remember glory. They won\u2019t remember starving while God redeemed us bit by bit <\/span><\/p>\n

But we don\u2019t mind. Because for once, His promise is concrete enough to stay with us come morning. And so our hands are red again, and we outstretch our arms, and act in daylight. And every stroke is singing: \u201cThis is real.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n","image":false,"embedded_video":"","video_duration":"","show_fb_comments":true,"credit_media":""},"tile":{"top_caption":"Memories of the Exodus: The First Going Out","main_caption":"\u201cRedemption,\u201d our children will say, and will remember glory. They won\u2019t remember starving while God redeemed us bit by bit","main_caption_size":"1","sub_caption":"","preview_embedded":"","preview_image":false,"preview_video":"","external_link":"","link_for_pay":false,"tile_gallery_items":false,"credits":""},"alternate_tile":{"top_caption":"","main_caption":"","main_caption_size":"1","sub_caption":"","hide_media":false},"tile_group":{"preview_image_url":false,"main_caption":"","sub_caption":"","":null,"popup_package_extra_content":"","read_time":""},"home_color":"","home_gallery_top":"","home_gallery_middle":"","home_gallery_book":"","home_gallery_bottom":"","seo":{"seo_title":"","seo_description":"","seo_default_title":"","seo_default_description":""},"old_create_date":"","links":false,"send_noty":false},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41065"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/50634"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=41065"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41065\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":104448,"href":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41065\/revisions\/104448"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=41065"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=41065"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.929.org.il\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=41065"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}