"By faith, when Moses was born, his parents hid him for three months, because they saw the child was beautiful and they were not afraid of the king's edict."
Continuing from yesterday, I wanted to stay in Hebrews 11 giving special attention to Moses' parents.
Slaves. They knew suffering. From what we know about the living conditions under Pharaoh, they lived their days laboring to build the kind's gluttonous kingdom. They remembered the days when their ancestor, Joseph, was second in command to all of Egypt. They remembered freedom and told their children about the days of long-ago when they walked through the countryside, tending sheep, growing their own bountiful harvests, and worshipped on humble alters built to their God.
They knew that their own people had rejected their God. It grieved them. For they were reaping the punishment of a disobedient people.
Moses' mother had not heard of the new law directly from the king's lips but she had heard the wailing of the childless mothers--mothers that for the last nine months she had watched grow.
And now anguish. It flowed through the camp like a flood. A foreshadowing of the Passover spirit on the Egyptian firstborn.
Or the Red Sea waters over Pharaoh's army.
And Moses' mother was also expecting, though her belly was still flat. She and her husband were resolved to save this child. They were not afraid.
And when Moses was born, he was radiant. His parents saw that he was beautiful and healthy.
Unlike the majority of their own people, Moses' parents had no fear in the earthly king. Holding their new boy, they whispered to each other, and to their son, in the dark.
"The king is just a man. Our God is God. He will deliver our son. He will deliver us."
They had no fear.
They had faith.
They had a great hope.