When Moses was called to be God’s servant to bring the Israelites out of Egypt, he was like a first-year law student. He knew nothing about law or how to run a country. I’ve heard law students say the first year of law school, the professors scare you to death; the second year, they work you to death; and the third year, they bore you to death.
Moses had a huge task ahead of himself to be the judge of the people. Jethrow, Moses’ wise father-in-law sat him down and told him if he didn’t get in control of his position as a judge, he’d burn out. He advised him to set up groups by the thousands, by the hundred, by fifty, and by ten and appoint leaders to care take responsibility for them. Does this sound familiar of our judicial system in the U.S.?
Yesterday, I wrote while sitting on a swing about ten feet from the river bank. At one point, I looked at my screen and found three pages of the letter “n” across each line. I had drifted off to sleep for a moment. The gentle sound of the river gracefully moving downstream and the birds singing in harmony, gave me permission to rest.
Lord, help us rest before we get burned out. Amen.