Freedom comes at a price, they say.
For a million battered israelite slaves, Moses’ first moves made things worse, not better. Until they cried out against their deliverer, and Whoever he was getting his marching orders from.
Better to die in bondage, than to face the same old brick quotas, only now, while also having to hunt up their own straw…
I’m glad God loved too much to listen to their requests that He forbear.
I’m glad He still does.
May it not be said of us that while God was working for our salvation, we were clinging to our destroyer.