Parting Shots From A Man Named Mo…

Which ‘Mo’ is that you might be asking. Well, not the ‘Mo’ from the TV show, ‘The 3 Stooges’.

The ‘Mo’ I had in mind actually had the name, Moses, and lived a whole bunch of years ago.

I have been gradually reading through the book of Deuteronomy in the Old Testament, and at the tail end of the book it gives us a few mementoes from the last days and words of Mo(ses).

For example, take a look at this: 

“…There is no one like the God of Jeshurun (Israel),
      Who rides the heavens to help you,
      And in His excellency on the clouds.

 The eternal God is your refuge,
      And underneath are the everlasting arms;…” (Deuteronomy 33: 26,27 – NKJV)

I like what that passage says about God:

– There is no one like Him.

– Because He rides the heavens, He is on the constant lookout to protect us from attack.

– He is my refuge (safe place) where I can run and find peace,  protection and reassurance.

– With His strong arms, He redeemed the people of Israel and brought them out of Egypt. He will continue to be with us in His love and power.

There there was another interesting section where it says this, “So Moses the servant of the LORD died there in the land of Moab, according to the word of the LORD.  And He buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, opposite Beth Peor; but no one knows his grave to this day.  Moses was one hundred and twenty years old when he died. His eyes were not dim nor his natural vigor diminished.” (Deuteronomy 34: 5 – 7 NKJV)

Moses went up to Mount Nebo and got to look down into the Promised Land and see it. He however was not permitted by God to actually go into it. Moses remained God’s servant his whole life.  Moses’ life also had a unique ending.

As it says, God buried him and took care of the funeral arrangements. If Moses’ burial spot had been known by the people, they would likely have made it a shrine and begun to worship there. God hid the burial site so the people did not know where it was.

Also, Moses died because it was God’s time for him to go. Physically he was in good shape even though he was 120 years old.

And so there you have it – parting shots from a man names Mo(ses).

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