"And the woman conceived, and bare a son: and when she saw him that he was a goodly child, she hid him three months.
And when she could no longer hide him, she took for him an ark of bulrushes, and daubed it with slime and with pitch, and put the child therein; and she laid it in the flags by the river's brink."
We've probably all heard this story. At this time in Egypt there was a decree from Pharaoh that all the Hebrews could keep their children if they were daughters, but if they were sons, they were supposed to cast them into the river. ... He saw a potential problem with all the Hebrew people outnumbering the Egyptian people, and decided to solve it. We hear in the scriptures about the killing of children a lot. It seems to be indicative of a corrupt society, along with the original discrimination again someone because of his genealogical background. I can't even imagine how hard this was, for Moses' mother, to first be in the situation where she felt like she had to hide her son in order to not be forced into killing him... and then after three months, to decide to cast him in the river, as the "law" required, with the only chance she could think of to save him alive. And, even then, a few verses later, to give him up to be someone else's son. I think of all that pain that she went through, just because she wasn't an Egyptian. Wasn't a member of the ruling party... wasn't the type of person that "they" wanted to have any power. And I wonder how much we hurt each other in similar ways. Today, let's think really hard about how we treat people that are different than we are... people that we don't think belong. People that we don't want to be in positions of power. Becoming like Pharaoh is not the answer. :) Let's look to God and find a different path.