Author: MFM Kubwa
Miriam Taking Up the Tambourine on the Far Shore
The waters had returned to their place. The Red Sea was still again, its surface smooth and untroubled, hiding the chariots and the horses and the men who had pursued the children of Israel into the deep. The bodies of the Egyptians lay on the shore, cast up by the waves, silent testimony to the…
The Chariot Wheels Clogging in the Mud of the Sea Floor
The last of the Hebrews had crossed to the far shore. The night of walking through the divided sea was over, and the morning watch had come. The pillar of cloud that had stood between the two camps through the darkness lifted, and the Egyptians saw the path that the Lord had made. The walls…
The Sea Splitting Open Before the Stretched-Out Staff
The children of Israel had marched out of Egypt with their flocks and their herds and their kneading troughs bound up in their clothes upon their shoulders. The Lord went before them by day in a pillar of cloud to lead them the way, and by night in a pillar of fire to give them…
The Scream That Rose from Every House in Egypt
The blood had dried on the doorposts. The hyssop lay beside the basins. The families of Israel waited in their houses, their sandals on their feet, their staffs in their hands, the roasted lamb still warm in their stomachs. The unleavened bread and the bitter herbs had been eaten. The meal of haste was finished.…
Blood Painted on the Doorposts Before Midnight
The Lord spoke to Moses and Aaron in the land of Egypt. The nine plagues had fallen, and the heart of Pharaoh was still hard. The locusts had eaten what the hail had left. The darkness had pressed against the skin for three days. And now the final plague was coming, the plague that would…
Darkness So Thick It Could Be Felt for Three Days
The plagues had fallen one after another, and still Pharaoh would not yield. The water had turned to blood. The frogs had filled the beds and ovens. The lice had crawled from the dust. The flies had swarmed the houses. The cattle had died in the fields. The boils had broken out on man and…
Frogs Covering Every Bed and Every Oven
The seven days of blood had passed. The Nile still stank with the memory of death, and the people of Egypt were digging in the earth for water that did not taste of rotting fish. Pharaoh remained in his palace, his heart hard, his refusal settled like a stone in his chest. The Lord spoke…
The River Turning to Blood at the Touch of the Rod
The Lord spoke to Moses in the morning. The sun had risen over Egypt, and the Nile was waking to the daily rhythm of a nation that depended on its waters. Fishermen were casting their nets. Women were filling their pitchers at the bank. The priests were preparing their morning rituals at the temples that…
The Staff Becoming a Serpent Before the Throne of Pharaoh
Moses and Aaron stood before the king of Egypt. The throne room blazed with the wealth of an empire that had ruled the Nile for a thousand years. Tall columns carved with the deeds of past Pharaohs rose toward a ceiling painted with stars. Guards lined the walls, their spears gleaming in the torchlight. Court…
The Bush Burning Without Being Consumed
Moses kept the flock of Jethro his father in law, the priest of Midian. Forty years had passed since he fled from Egypt, his hands still stained with the blood of the Egyptian he had killed, his heart still carrying the weight of the Hebrew he had tried to defend. The prince of Egypt had…
