Basket Case

Exodus 2:1-4

Now a man from the house of Levi went and married a Levite woman. The woman conceived and bore a son; and when she saw that he was a fine baby, she hid him three months. When she could hide him no longer she got a papyrus basket for him, and plastered it with bitumen and pitch; she put the child in it and placed it among the reeds on the bank of the river. His sister stood at a distance, to see what would happen to him.

Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Uh, yuh, yuh, ya

Grasping to control
So I better hold on

"Basket Case" by Green Day

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There's the old saying that you're only paranoid until they are out to get you. Moses could be in this boat, or basket if you will.

Neither the Pharaoh nor anyone else in power "remembered" what Joseph had done for the people of Egypt, all they knew was that by the grace and hand of the Lord the Jews had grown large and powerful, despite being held in slavery. It made Pharaoh nervous so he decided to decimate the population by ordering the death of newborn males.

Paranoia? Not when they are out to get you.

When Moses was born, his mother saw something and knew he must be saved. So she made Moses the first biblical basket case. Not abandoned, not completely, his sister Miriam waited to see what would happen. Moses was taken into Pharaoh's home, raised by Pharaoh's daughter, and wet nursed by his own mother.

If there is one thing to hold onto, it's not that our actions or luck will save us. There always seemed to be a plan in place for Moses, even when every plan was going to thunder. No matter how strange the events of his life unfolded, it kept adding up to glory.

Grasp for control, no, better just to hold on. It could be a bumpy ride, but it can also be for the glory of God.