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A tyrant lists what he will do to the king's son. God hears every word. At the sea a single breath of wind closes the water over his army and his boasts.
For three days an Egyptian could not find his own water jar. In the next room an Israelite stood over gold and left it on the table.
Moses judged from sunrise until dark and would not share the bench. His father-in-law watched one full day of it and said the line would kill him.
Moses told Pharaoh the blow would fall at about midnight, and God kept the servant's wording so the trusted messenger would not seem to lie.
Israel walked between walls of water three hundred miles to each side. Egypt named God too late. The waves returned and not one soldier remained behind.
A boy pointed at a shorter ridge and was told no. Behind that no lay a hundred eighty thousand archers who counted the end too soon.
They stood dry on the far bank and would not turn inland. The Sea kept Egypt's dead until a dry river signed for the debt.
Pharaoh woke to stone cracking. A frog came up through the marble and named the One who had sent it. The king had called that river his own god.
The lamb kicked the bedpost for four days. An overseer stood in the doorway with empty hands and could not cut the rope.
Your three-day leave is up, said the Egyptian officers on the road. The ones who could still run afterward reached Pharaoh with blood on their report.
Who is the Lord, Pharaoh said in the palace. Hail later forced the same mouth to call Him righteous. At the sea it only wanted to flee.
At the bush Moses asked God to send someone else. Let us see whose will shall stand, God answered. Jonah tried a ship the other way and came back by fish.
Hired to block Israel's path, Sihon gathered for war while the Torah still required a first word of peace at the gate.
Hunger rewrote slavery as a feast. At the kilns every scream had already been heard, and Passover night kept watch.
At the bush God gave Moses a sign that would only come true after the Exodus, when the nation stood again on the same mountain to receive the Law.
The king of Kush died in the camp. His army crowned a Hebrew of twenty-seven and asked how to take a city ringed with serpents.
God cradles Israel like a bird in an open palm at the sea, then the song crowns Him king while Egypt lies dead on the shore.
Robbers took the road ahead. A wolf stepped from the brush. The father lifted the boy and walked with the weight on his neck.
Rabbi Yochanan taught the water as lattice. A woman at the back of the hall stood and said she had walked through it, and it was glass.
A widow's prayer skips the usual gates of heaven. God hears her voice at once, and Ben Sira warns that wealth without character only deepens disgrace.
Centuries after Jacob crossed with only a staff, the Jordan flees for his children, and Exodus still calls them by name like stars.
A sea had stood up in walls when he raised his staff. The Jordan in front of him was a morning's walk across, and God had told him he would not go over it.
Pharaoh read a star called Raah and promised blood in the desert. Israel tied lambs in Egypts sight, and the blood that came was covenant, not slaughter.
After soft words came hard bricks. On the night of dying, Egypt shoved Israel toward the door and still hoped for a three-day return.
Israel ate Passover with loins girded and staff in hand, packed before the door opened. God redeemed a people still clutching idols while Egypt sank like stone.
At Sinai each divine utterance drove the camp twelve mil back, then mercy drew the people forward to hear the next command.
Thunder, quake, and cloud will answer again in Jerusalem. From the sea they were led in mercy toward the mountain of the holy Shekhinah, the Divine Presence.
The seller stood in the market and could not swallow. His cheap field had become a palace, and the retinue now belonged to someone else.
By the fourth hour the sand ran wet toward the Great Sea. Clean beasts drank what no one had gathered, and later the camp ate those beasts.
Heat pressed the camp flat. Bread still lay on the sand before the sun could burn it. Someone scooped the flakes with both hands.
