Moses stepped out of his tent into the cool morning air. Dawn was his favorite hour, easing gently into a new day while the camp still slept. He was bone-tired and weary. But the mountain, like a sleeping giant silhouetted against the desert sky, called to him. It would take several hours to reach the summit. At first, the path was smooth—then it crumbled and rose sharply, every step filling his sandals with an avalanche of shale. Slow and steady, clutching stone tablets in one arm, leaning hard on his staff to keep from slipping. By the time he reached the granite peak, white-hot sun was flooding the desert floor far below him. What compelled Moses, an 80-year-old man, to make this solitary climb? You know the story well, but read it again with fresh eyes to see God’s glory.
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