There was another in the watersAnother in the Fire, Hillsong UNITED
Holding back the seas
This part of the song takes me to the Book of Exodus. Moses and the Israelites had just left Egypt after hundreds of years in slavery. Their leaving was nothing less than epic. Plagues of blood, flies, locusts, frogs and more.
The Lord had just set his hand against the gods of Egypt, proving to everyone in the land that he was the one in charge. The final plague had brought horror to Egypt as the Angel of Death swept over the land, saving only those households whose doorposts were “covered by the blood of the lamb.” It had been terrifying. Awe inspiring. And without a doubt, definitive. They had won.
The Hebrews finally left Egypt. And they left with gold, livestock and more. They were on their way to the Promised Land. Life was good.
Of course it didn’t stay that way. Does it ever?
Pharaoh quit feeling sad and moved into the anger stage of grief, where he sent his armies out to kill all the former slaves, especially their leader, Moses. The army caught up with them at the Red Sea. They were trapped between the water and the approaching army. There looked to be no way out. I mean, it’s not like there was a bridge they could cross or anything. Nope. Just the sea in front of them with no foreseeable way to escape.
But God… so many of the best parts of the stories start with those words.
But God wasn’t having it. He hadn’t brought his people into the desert just to have Pharaoh kill them there. No way. He had a plan. He had Moses talk to the people.
13 But Moses told the people, “Don’t be afraid. Just stand still and watch the Lord rescue you today. …14 The Lord himself will fight for you. Just stay calm.”
And then Moses raised his hands as God had commanded and waters were held back.
The hand of God held the waters in place and the entire nation of Israel walked across on dry land. The water stood tall around them, looking like it could at any minute crash down and drown them. But the waters were held back until every man, woman, child and animal had crossed. Only then did the waters begin to flow again.
Right now, the waters on each side of me are high. I don’t know how I’m going to cross this sea. I look out and all I can see are waves. Waves of sorrow, of grief, of pain, of what was and of what will never be. The waves are unyielding. There seems to be no way to cross them.
But God… God simply parts the waters in front of me, allowing just a small section of dry land for me to walk on. It might not be a lot and the waters on each side are still imposing, but there is always just enough dry ground. He always holds back the seas. I am never alone.