My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Moses is honest in his discussion with God, saying these are stiff-necked people. God is given a choice to come with them still. Knowing who they are, the limitations as well as the potential, God signed on for the journey.
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