I removed your shoulder from the burden: Your hands were delivered from the pots.
Shouldering a burden and carrying pots, I was once a slave of Egypt.
No prospect in sight, no point to my life, not even a promising word.
The days drug on, my master was hard, and my foot was held by the chain.
Flies swarmed and the rats scurried. Prepared was I to die a Hebrew slave.
Yet now I stand on the waters edge, shocked beyond all belief.
Chariot wheels, leather whips and sandals – all lap in the rolling sea.
We would all do well to rehearse similar lines. The world was our Egypt and sin was our chain. But then… our savior appeared and set us free!
It’s called Rosh Hashanah.
And interestingly, Psalm 81 is read during this festival. After the blowing of the Shofar, the words of this Psalm are read to the great congregation. Rosh Hashanah is a day of remembrance. And Psalm 81 is a call to remember those dreadful days of Egypt – symbolic of the days of our bondage.
Shame on us if we ever forget. Because if we do, we may begin to think that our blessings may have been of our own doing. Rosh Hashanah was instituted that that would never happen.
So tonight, give the Shofar a blast, and spend the evening thanking the Savior for all He has delivered you from.