Most people are familiar, regardless of personal religious background, or none at all, at least vaguely with the story of Moses. Moses is sent by God to Pharoh to free the Jewish people. He tells Pharoh, “Let My People Go!”
Pharoh, heard heartedly refuses, prompting God to send the Ten Plagues, initially changing Pharoh’s mind, and then the crescendo, waters are parted, Gods people walk through on dry land, the pursuing Egyptians behind are crushed as the waters come falling back down annnnnd Hurray!
Much less known is what is said about the end of the life of Moses. After 40 years of leading the Israelites through the wilderness, and after several difficulties and ultimately what can be argued was quite understandable frustrated disobedience from a very tired Moses, God tells Moses that though he will see the Jews to the edge of the promised land, he himself will not lead them into it.
Moses appoints Joshua to take his place, he climbs Mount Nebo from the plains of Moab, the lord shows him the whole of the promised land, and Moses dies and is burried.
Deuteronomy 34:7 says of Moses “ Moses was a hundred and twenty years old when he died, yet his eyes were not weak nor his strength gone.”
This can be taken as a statement of reassurance, that Moses died without ailment, without suffering, without years of aging and aches and pain.
I however read this to say that when Moses died, not allowed to go any further, he still had so much left he could have given.
I am determined in this life, and in each day that when I breath my last, I have spent and given everything I have to give with it.
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