Who am I? | Moses Part 1 | Travis Moffitt

This is an amazing question to God from Moses. Moses, an Isrealite man who had grown up in the house of Pharaoh. A man of great learning and power. A man of a chosen people. A man called by God.

From an outside perspective Moses should have been experiencing the best of all that could have been available to him at that time in history. His people by birth had been given a unique covenant relationship with the Creator of the universe. Then, at the time of their bondage, Moses was literally plucked out into the home of their captors. He was brought into the house of power as a son of the ruling family. He could now share in the Heavenly relationship and the worldly power. Not a common place for a man to find himself.

Moses lived in this unique role as a man broken and on the run. He lived behind the protections of distance and anonymity guarding his life from danger and his heart from fear. Until this day.

This day that God would call him out of his safe place; his comfort zone. God called Moses to a task that I believe had lived in Moses' heart for some 80. As a young age (or at least younger than this day), Moses felt a sense of destiny to liberate his own people. He felt their pain and anguish. He felt their cry to God. He must have felt it, and felt it very passionately. After all, something drove him to murder.

But here Moses gives the answer of a defeated man: "Who am I that I should go...?" Why me? What do I have to offer? How can I be of any good to God's cause? What a lowly question. What a question, or rather a statement of low self value. God had hand picked Moses and clearly Moses questioned God's choice.

I think Moses' true problem was a crisis of identity. At the core was his real question: Who am I? Moses had lived his first 40 years between two worlds. He had lived these last 40 years in a third. Once a prince, now a rancher; not even a rancher; a ranch hand for his father-in-law. Where was his dignity? Where was his adventure? Where was his drive? I believe it was buried in the sand with the Egyptian he murdered 40 years earlier. I believe it was still swimming in the river where his mother left him in the reeds. Now before the burning bush was the shell of the man they used to call Moses, Prince of Egypt.