Sometimes I feel like a brick maker in the Exodus from Egypt. I’m standing there looking at the Red Sea on one side of me and the Egyptian army on the other side of me. No where to flee and no strength to fight.  So I look to Moses and say: come on man, hit the sea with your damn stick so God will part the damn sea and we can get the damn heck out of here.  I wait and wait and wait and finally the sea is parted and I cross on dry ground over to the Promised Land.   The real hard part is waiting when there’s absolutely nothing I can do.   I cuss out Moses, question God, fume and fret, assume all is lost and often do stupid things that get me in trouble.  But then Benevolence parts the sea and all is well. This seems to be an ongoing, iterative occurrence in my life. But inevitably everything works out well.  Maybe not as well as I’d like. But as I learn patience and faith, things seem to work out better.  Makes the damn wait easier too and keeps me out of trouble.............................On the other hand, if you’re a good swimmer. Go for it.

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