Exodus Redux

Exodus, a book we've all been through many times, is this time, slapping me around with its deeply mystical subtext. In fact, although I am not yet ready to prove it, I think the entire Christian life is revealed in the Exodus account.

It all started for me with Psalm 78. It tells the Exodus in poetic fashion, and is called a history psalm. Yes, that is a type of psalm. Most people find it long and dismally boring. For me that psalm is the history of my own personal life as reflected by those disobedient Israelites running around the desert, forgetting God ever ten minutes. When God gets after them they suddenly remember, oh right! I'm not supposed to offer my sons and daughters to be slaughtered to demons.

You see, we are the people of Israel in that story, in so many ways, both as a church, and as individuals. Expect further developments on this theme because it's just starting to get in my head. I will have to consult the fathers, the early fathers that is, and then forget everything they said and pray until my eyeballs fall out of my head, then I'll have a workable thesis.

Think about will you? Exodus from Egypt, manna, quails, water from rocks, Sinai, etc.