What is your Red Sea?

Our Sunday sermon series has been on the Covenants of the Bible, and this past Sunday Pastor Steve Turnbull preached on the story of God's faithfulness to Moses, Exodus 14:5-7, 10-14, 21-29. Then on Tuesday evening via Zoom our small group (Edie, Kevin, Jane, Dave, Donna, Howard, Betty and us) met on-line to discuss it. Edie who lives in Florida asked for a copy of a poem I read that was in the Cynthia Maus book, "The Old Testament and the Fine Arts." I was about to send a photocopy, but checked the internet. Annie Johnson Flint was a popular writer of Christian verse and hymns (born in NJ, d. 1932) and had many challenges. She was orphaned young and from a photo it appears she was in a wheel chair (arthritis). Her poem does sound a lot like Pastor Steve's sermon about our own Red Sea struggles. Scroll through the link and you'll read some touching thought. https://www.preceptaustin.org/annies_poems  Bob also liked it and shared with his men's group Wednesday, also on Zoom.

The Red Sea Place

Have you come to the Red Sea place in your life,
Where, in spite of all you can do,
There is no way out, there is no way back,
There is no other way but through?
Then wait on the Lord with a trust serene
Till the night of your fear is gone;
He will send the wind, He will heap the floods,
When He says to your soul, "Go on."

And His hand will lead you through - clear through -
Ere the watery walls roll down,
No foe can reach you, no wave can touch,
No mightiest sea can drown;
The tossing billows may rear their crests,
Their foam at your feet may break,
But over their bed you shall walk dry shod
In the path that your Lord will make.

In the morning watch, 'neath the lifted cloud,
You shall see but the Lord alone,
When He leads you on from the place of the sea
To a land that you have not known;
And your fears shall pass as your foes have passed,
You shall be no more afraid;
You shall sing His praise in a better place,
A place that His hand has made.