I am awash with the pain, the hopefulness, the glory of this story we call Life. I am a slave in a far country. I am weary of the effort of slavery my arms heavy and numb, my feet dragging disconsolately in the sand. Joseph is forgotten. I am lost from the promises of deliverance.
Life stretches on endlessly, timelessly forward.
I am not on my way anywhere. There is no destination. A stammering, outrageous Moses. A loud, crude, hairy, uncompromising midwife of deliverance. I AM has sent for you.