January 19–Exodus 14-16
“This is my God, and I will praise Him. . .the Lord is a warrior; the Lord is His name. . .In your lovingkindness, You have led the people who You have redeemed; in your strength, You have guided them to Your holy habitation”(15:2-3,13).
The Red Sea is a picture of salvation. Through God’s power, the believer wakes up on the other side of a formerly impossible barrier. A new life stretches in front of him. Circumstances and people who formerly enslaved him are now defeated.
On the morning after the Red Sea crossing, the people of Israel sang a song of praise. Profitable exercise for God’s people! Praise lifts our eyes to God, causes us to reflect on His goodness, to rejoice in it and declare it to others. Have you been rescued, dear one? Will you sing?
HE is WARRIOR (15:3). The words of Moses’ song emphasized the power of God. Imagine the supernatural force displayed by God’s hand holding back a restless wall of water! Imagine the holy wrath involved in releasing the weight of that water on His enemies. Human armies are like match sticks. Assertive. Competent. Strong. Successful. Our God is.
HE is GUIDE (15:13). God is also tender in His care. The cloud by day and fire by night demonstrated this truth. God knows where we need to go, the right path and schedule to get us there. Our Savior is our Shepherd. “You have guided them to Your holy habitation.”
Warning! Moses taught the people to sing because he knew the danger of a fleshly heart. Despite the goodness of God, many in the camp would soon slip into grumbling unbelief. Unchecked and uncrucified, the old nature will always assert itself and cause trouble. Praise is a daily discipline in the denial of our flesh.
Are you singing, this morning, dear one? Will you?
“About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns of praise to God. . .and suddenly there came a great earthquake. . .and immediately all the doors were opened” (Acts 16:25-26).
“O worship the King, all-glorious above, and gratefully sing His wonderful love: our Shield and Defender; the Ancient of Days, pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise. . . Your mercies, how tender, how firm to the end, our Maker, Defender, Redeemer and Friend!” (Robert Grant).