When I think of Moses the first image that comes to mind is magnificent. I see the great patriarch holding up his hands as the Red Sea is subdued into two quivering walls of water flanking a dry path to freedom. I can almost feel the fresh water-droplet laden air and hear the sound of furious hoofs on the ground in the distance.
Moses was a great leader. A great man of God. But his was a long journey that began even before his pivotal encounter with God at a burning bush when he was 80 years old.
