Moses: A Man of Selfless Dedication

by Charles R. Swindoll

Years ago, in a situation very much like what I’ve just described, I came across these poignant observations. Moses was out of touch with God. So he fled, and crossed the desert that lay between him and the eastern frontier; threaded the mountain passes of the Sinaitic peninsula, through which in after years he was to lead his people; and at last sat wearily down by a well in the land of Midian.2 …………… Such experiences come to us all. We rush forward, thinking to carry all before us; we strike a few blows in vain; we are staggered with disappointment, and reel back; we are afraid at the first breath of human disapprobation; we flee from the scene . . . to hide ourselves in chagrin. Then we are hidden in the secret of God’s presence from the pride of man. And there our vision clears; the silt drops from the current of our life . . . our self-life dies down; our spirit drinks of the river of God, which is full of water; our faith begins to grasp His arm, to be the channel for the manifestation of His power; and thus at last we emerge to be His hand to lead an Exodus.3