Moses: A Man of Selfless Dedication

by Charles R. Swindoll

To make matters worse for the Egyptians, they had only to look across the border into the nearby land of Goshen to see that life went on normally. Cattle grazed in the pastures. Trees blossomed and produced their fruit. Healthy children played in the streets and vacant lots. Fields of grain rippled in the breeze. Not a single locust afflicted the Hebrew community. I recall a late-night television documentary about locusts. A select team of journalists placed themselves directly in the path of an advancing army of them. (How’d you like to draw that duty? You look on your assignment sheet on Monday morning and you blink twice as you read: “Cover locust plague in Botswana.”) The reporters had their microphones on as the swarm drew near and described the sound as similar to that of an approaching 747. As the infestation overran their positions, the roar became so great you could hardly hear the narrator describe the action. It was deafening.