Annie ran a fever last night. She woke up feeling cool and much better, but we’re at home this Sunday morning. It was a cold start–the coldest all of this early autumn season–and a light frost fell. Even so, the sun was up over the mountain by the time I had my second cup of coffee, and I bundled up and sat outside on the deck, the sun full on my face, and shut my eyes, and marveled at the orange glow of my eyelids.
The lectionary reading this morning led me to Exodus. In the thirty-third chapter, Moses is up on the mountain, again, meeting with God. From far away, the Israelites simply see Moses go to his meeting place with God, a place where a thick cloud surrounds.
This is long after Moses led his people out of Egypt, after the plagues, after Moses threw his staff to the ground and watched it turn into a serpent. After God held back the waters of the sea for the Israelites, only to let them cascade back inward to drown their persecutors.
