Who are your people?

One day, when Moses had grown up, he went out to his people and looked on their burdens, and he saw an Egyptian beating a Hebrew, one of his people. Exodus 2:11

Moses grew up in the home of Pharaoh. He was raised as the son of Pharaoh’s daughter. Yet, he knew that he was a Hebrew and recognized them as “his people.”

He could have looked the other way. Had no empathy for their burdens. Felt relief that he had somehow escaped the same fate. But he looked upon them and knew that, regardless of where he ate his meals or lay his head, these were his people and their pain was his pain.

It’s easy, when we are experiencing a season of peace or prosperity, to forget that there are those struggling under the weight of heavy burdens. Do we look on them as “our people?”

Do we look the other way? Have any empathy for them? Just feel fortunate we aren’t experiencing the same burdens?

Or do we look upon them as one of us? Broken, wrapped in flesh, trying to navigate this sin-scarred world – just like us? And do we care enough to be angry at the injustices and pain around us?

Don’t hear me say that we respond like Moses did. We’re not going to be hiding any bodies in the sand. BUT, do we identify with the broken and care enough to shoulder some of the burden?

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