Author Archives: Karla Jo Wasion

I love Jesus and His Church. His Word is Truth, His heart is good, and His return is sure.

Exodus 14—The Road (and sea) to Faith

Good heavens what an interesting chapter! Let’s break it down. (Oh wow. I just heard “it’s hammer time”, complete with the music, in my head. You? No? Just me. That’s cool.)

“Then the Lord said to Moses, “Tell the Israelites to turn back and encamp near Pi Hahiroth, between Migdol and the sea.” (emphasis mine)

Suddenly they had to change directions. And just so we have a clear picture of what that meant, there were over 600,000 men, plus women and children, and they were being told to turn around and go in a different direction, back the way they had come. Can you even imagine?

We want a straight line and continual forward movement. But God is the one in control of our journey, which means sometimes we turn back, go a different way, return to an old road.

Because efficiently getting us from point A to point B is rarely the objective.

“I will gain honor over Pharaoh and over all his army, that the Egyptians may know that I am the Lord.” And they did so.” 

{Fun fact, or nerd alert, whichever shoe fits – the phrase “know that I am the Lord” appears over 70 times in scripture, depending on the translation, with roughly 24 of them in the book of Ezekiel.}

The Egyptians had a god for everything, worshipping over 2,000 deities, and it has never, neither then nor now, been God’s intent to be just another god in a pantheon of gods. In His mercy, He showed them that there was only one God over the heavens and the earth. The starting point for all of us is that there is only one God who can save us; only one God worthy of worship.

“The Lord hardened the heart of Pharaoh king of Egypt, so that he pursued the Israelites, who were marching out boldly.”

(Again, I  recommend this article by Tim Mackie, Chief Education Officer for the BibleProject about the hardening of Pharaoh’s heart.)

They went out boldly, marching away from their oppression like a boss. But let’s hold our applause for a beat, because…

“As Pharaoh approached, the Israelites looked up, and there were the Egyptians, marching after them. They were terrified and cried out to the Lord.”

They went from boldness to fear rather quickly, swayed by circumstance, just like some of us today. Bold at the upturn, terrified in the downturn. Sooner or later, we’re going to have to make a choice about our own belief.

“Then Moses stretched out his hand over the sea, and all that night the Lord drove the sea back with a strong east wind and turned it into dry land. The waters were divided, and the Israelites went through the sea on dry ground, with a wall of water on their right and on their left.”

Moses stretched out his hand in obedience to God. That’s all. The rest was the power of God. All night long God drove the sea back, because that’s how long it took to get them all from oppression to freedom. He never tired of parting that sea for them. Never stopped until every last one of them was free.

Ours is obedience. His is outcome, and always and forever that will be the way it is. And His power does not wear out. He will not grow weary of getting you to freedom. But one of the wildest things I see in this part of the story is this:

It was the obedience of Moses, not the people, that brought the response of God’s power. The obedience of our leaders matters. If you are a leader, let that fall on you, not like a hammer, but like a weighted blanket. Leadership is a weighty thing and your obedience to God is perhaps the weightiest part of all. (have I said “weight” enough times?)

“And when the Israelites saw the mighty hand of the Lord displayed against the Egyptians, the people feared the Lord and put their trust in him and in Moses his servant.”

They put their trust in Him and in Moses. Those of us who know this story know that it won’t last long. But for now, on the other side of the Red Sea, they cannot deny the power of God, and I think it’s that way for us today. When the undeniable power of God is seen in our lives or in His Church, we all become believers. But it’s when the waters are calm again that the authenticity of our faith is revealed. We will see in the coming chapters that the trust many of them placed in God was fleeting.

My heart aches for those today who follow that same path, and I know some of them personally. The dust has settled and life is hard and trust levels fall fast. Because faith that endures must be built on who God is more than on what He can do.

And so I pray that the Church will know who God is – His heart and His character – more than they know His power to part the sea on their behalf.

Exodus 13—No Shortcuts

“When Pharaoh let the people go, God did not lead them on the road through the Philistine country, though that was shorter. For God said, “If they face war, they might change their minds and return to Egypt.” (v. 17)

Call me intrigued. I remember the first time I read this story and discovered a God who uses strategy in dealing with His people.

A God who rarely uses shortcuts.

The short-cut took them to the Philistines, and the long way took them to the Red Sea. Had they known all of this, my guess is they would have turned around and headed right back to Egypt because frankly, both of the ways in front of them looked like bad ideas.

And that right there just might be why God doesn’t tell us everything we want to know.

He took them the long way, where they saw the undeniable power of God on their behalf. The long way was how their full rescue was carried out, because the fullness of our salvation comes when the one who held us captive is eliminated.

Swallowed up in a sea that God parted on our behalf through the outstretched arms of His Son. {I felt a bit of dramatic flourish trying to come through there, so I went ahead and let it fly.}

Let’s face it. We all want the shortcut, the quickest way from point A to point B. It’s why we have microwaves and instant pots. It’s why we want quick fixes, quick money, and fast food. Because why take the long way to something when there’s a shortcut?

But God knows. He knows the landscape we travel in and all that lies ahead of us. Every fork in the road, every enticing path. He knows the way that we travel and we do not. And He knows the places that will best teach us His ways, show us His glory, and conform us to the image of His Son, and He continues to be our cloud by day and fire by night. Before us and behind us, always between us and the enemy who wants us back.

Slow down. Wait. Trust. Go where He leads even if it’s long.

This is how we get to the promised land.

Exodus 12: the beginning

” The Lord said to Moses and Aaron in Egypt,  “This month is to be for you the first month, the first month of your year.” (v. 1)

He gave them their beginning, marking their rescue as the start of their year for the rest of their days. A reminder, always, of when God took them out of slavery and into freedom.

My date is today, April 2nd, and I’m embarrassed to say that I don’t always think about my rescue when this date rolls around each year. But, the memory of it is embedded in me all the same. The date, the place, the sounds going on around me as I physically sat in a chair repeating a prayer while also, somewhere in my soul, falling in a broken heap at the feet of Jesus. That’s when He gave me my beginning.

This conversation God had with Moses in chapter 12 is almost like an artist painting on a canvas, telling the story of thousands of years. The Israelites, and you and I, escaping death through the blood of a perfect, unblemished lamb.

God marked the day for them, and for the generations to come. “This is a day you are to commemorate; for the generations to come you shall celebrate it as a festival to the Lord—a lasting ordinance.” (v. 14)

In other words, this day is worthy of remembrance for you, and for those coming after you. Make much of it.

The blood of Jesus was applied to my life on the second day in April 1989, and on that day God marked my beginning. The generations that come won’t see my years of slavery. They won’t be witnesses to the darkness of my oppression, but instead, they will know the testimony that His blood has put on my life. Thirty-six years ago Jesus rescued me and in doing so, He changed the course of not just my life but the lives of my family.

This chapter in the book of Exodus, which I have read at least a dozen times if not more, hit me different this time, as I realize that God marked out their beginning, and told them to celebrate it for all time.

My rescue is no less worthy of remembrance, and neither is yours. He wants His people to celebrate what He has done for them, to remember it, talk about it, so the generations to come will know.

This was the beginning.

Exodus 11: The Last One

“There will be loud wailing throughout Egypt—worse than there has ever been or ever will be again. But among the Israelites not a dog will bark at any person or animal.’ Then you will know that the Lord makes a distinction between Egypt and Israel.” (v. 6-7)

This was it. The negotiations were over and there would be no further discussion. God’s last blow to Pharoah would bring him to his knees (for a minute) and the Israelites would go free… every single one of them.

{What we, you and I, must wrestle with is the fact that God hardened Pharoah’s heart so that he would not let the Israelites go. To help with your wrestle, I recommend this article by Tim Mackie, Chief Education Officer for the BibleProject.}

The relationship between God and Moses fascinates me, and puts a longing in me. God told Moses every detail of what was going to happen. Be real, when was the last time God told you every detail of what He was about to do? Me? Never. He’s given me blurry glimpses of things I didn’t quite understand, and given me words to speak to others that usually only made sense to them, but that’s it.

I want what Moses had with God, but I really don’t want the assignments Moses had from God. Perhaps that’s why I get blurry pictures and words I don’t understand. I want the good part but not the hard part. Something to ponder for later.

What I keep staring at is that even under the threat of death to his firstborn son, Pharoah decided he would not let the Israelites go. The hardness of his heart was complete, and was a danger to all of Egypt. Perhaps he thought there would be more chances, more room for negotiating. More time.

And that’s the thing. We all think there’s more time, more wiggle room when it comes to the things of God, especially salvation and eternity. I’ll lay down that sin soon, but not now. I’ll consider following Jesus, but not right now. Later, when I’ve got my shi stuff together. Someday, one day, maybe tomorrow I’ll think about all of that.

But there will always be a last time for God’s mercy, because there will always be a last breath we take and we have no idea when that will be.

Pharoah would find out that this was the last plague, the last chance, the last time Moses would make an offer, and the price of ignoring that last one would devastate an entire nation.

How many has there been for you? How many times have you heard or felt the call of God in your life? How many times has God told you to lay that sin down? How many times have you felt the urging of the Holy Spirit to turn around and come back to God?

I pray that we all heed whatever God is putting before us quickly. Before it becomes the last one.

Exodus 10: No Compromise

Pharaoh said, “The Lord be with you—if I let you go, along with your women and children! Clearly you are bent on evil. No! Have only the men go and worship the Lord, since that’s what you have been asking for.”  (v. 10-11)

The eighth plague was promised if Pharaoh did not let God’s people go. By this time, Egyptian officials were advising (begging) Pharaoh to let the people leave so they could go worship their God, because Egypt was being destroyed. So an attempt at compromise was made.

P: Who will go?

M: Everyone, plus our livestock

P: Ha! No. Only the men can go.

M: Cue the locusts!

(You have to read the chapter to get more than my fantastically detailed cliff notes.)

Twice Pharoah tried to compromise. But God was after all of His people, and their belongings, because He had no intention of letting them remain in slavery in Egypt.

I think we, you and me, make our own attempts at compromise, if we’re honest.

Always trying to hold back some control over something. Surrendering all, but not. Trusting Him with everything, but continuing to hold that one thing that helps us feel like we’re keeping a part of us that we just can’t imagine living without.

But God doesn’t compromise. We’re doing that dance all by ourselves. He bought the whole of us with blood and He won’t settle for just the parts we’re willing to hand over. The blood of Christ that paid for our freedom wasn’t a deal being made, it was a no-compromise takeover for the keys to death and the grave so that we could come out of slavery and worship our God.

Pharoah wanted to hold back the women and children, because he knew it would bring the men back to him.

So what might happen if we woke up and realized that our holding back parts of ourselves or our lives from God is being influenced by an enemy who thinks it will bring us back to him?

And what if we have a God who won’t compromise? What if He is ready and willing to bring in the locusts in order to set us fully free? (If your life has ever been hit by something that felt devastating, but resulted in setting you free from something, then you know that I’m talking about.)

The thing is, there is no Pharoah controlling our freedom now. It’s just us, holding the choice to give everything, to leave our bondage fully, or keep trying to compromise with an uncompromising God.

I don’t know about you, but sometimes, it feels like all of life is my very long Exodus story.

Tent Pegs

We raised our kids in Illinois. After years of apartments, we finally bought a home. We both had jobs, we had a church home, our kids had friends and school. The relationship dynamics in our family were a trainwreck on fire, but there we were, firmly planted.

Then my husband lost his job. He worked off and on, trying to find a steady job in an unsteady job market.

Then my son left for college in Texas. A couple of years later his sister joined him in Texas and my nest was empty and that was that.

In 2008 the housing market crashed with a bang.

Then, I suddenly lost my job that I had been at for 8 years, due to a missed deadline. Total fluke. Total confusion as to why I would be let go.

Now we had no income except unemployment, and a mortgage that was now upside down, meaning we owed more than we could have gotten for the house if we sold it, because of the crash.

Tent pegs. This was the picture God was giving me. A large tent held in place by firmly planted tent pegs, and now, one by one, those pegs were snapping out of the ground. Why? Because it was time for us to move and we weren’t going to move as long as the things we trusted in were holding our tent up.

God had begun to plant the seed that He was calling us to move, but we kept brushing it off. We had jobs, a home, deep roots right where we were, so it would be foolish to just pack up and move. We weren’t young and carefree anymore. We had stuff.

So one by one, the tent pegs snapped. And then one day we had packed what we hadn’t sold off into a u-haul truck and set out for Texas. No jobs, no community, just faith that God was calling us there and would take care of us.

This July will be 13 years since the day we pulled into Waco, and so much has happened since then. Kids married, grandkids have come, kids have moved away, we’ve finally bought another home, and here we are. And I find myself asking God, what are our tent pegs now, in this season of our lives, and are they keeping us from what You have for us?

Tent pegs. They hold the tent in place, but more significantly, they are what we trust to hold the tent in place.

They become our reasons, then our excuses, for staying in a place, even a place that has become unhealthy or barren. Because change is hard and scary and we’re a cautious, even nervous, people.

A house. A job. Friends. Family. A church. Provision. A place in the community. A ministry. Deeply rooted tent pegs. Things we trust in to keep our world spinning in familiar directions at a familiar pace. Things we can’t imagine leaving because they offer us comfort, purpose, belonging, and safety.

Tent pegs are good, until they become our excuse to stay when God may be calling us to go.

So what are your tent pegs? What holds you here, wherever here is? What would your reasons be for not dropping your nets, or selling all you have and giving it to the poor, or getting in the boat? Leaving that job, that town, that state, or that church? I’m not talking about irresponsibly leaving on a whim. We’re all grownups here and we know that’s not how it works. I’m talking about hearing or sensing the call of God to pull up stakes and follow Him into something new, even if it’s scary. Even if we can’t figure out how it would work. Even if we don’t understand it, and can’t control it. Gasp.

He sends us. Leads us to new places to work, to minister, to live and to reflect His image. The question is would we go? Or would we assume that it wasn’t God calling us because why would He take us from this place where we have invested and worked and ministered? Why would He take us from our land of provision, ministry, community, and maybe even family? Why would He call us into something, and then call us out of it?

Maybe…

– Because He has plans we know nothing of, sees what we can’t possibly see and knows what we can’t possibly know.

– Because we gave our life to Him and called Him Lord and said we would follow Him.

– Because He has no need to be concerned that we won’t find another job or a place to live or any other thing we need. He knows what He can do, and He asks us to trust what He can do.

What are your tent pegs? Are they keeping you from following God to the next place?

Naked & Ashamed

I was sitting at a table lost in thought, minding my own business, when a woman walked by right as I looked up from my bible. Her body language, the hair she used to obscure her face, the sweater pulled around her, I noticed all of it in a nano second as the Holy Spirit whispered “she is ashamed and afraid of being exposed.” And that began thirty minutes of playing connect the dots until what God wanted me to see began to emerge. So hang with me and I’ll see if I can re-connect them here.

Shame…

  • Genesis 2;25 – “Adam and his wife were both naked, and they felt no shame.”
  • Genesis 3:7 – “Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves.”

Sin had opened their eyes to their nakedness. They had always been naked, but they had neither the realization of nakedness, nor the shame of it. This was now the condition of their disobedience. Naked and ashamed.

  • Daniel 12:1-2 – “At that time Michael, the great prince who protects your people, will arise. There will be a time of distress such as has not happened from the beginning of nations until then. But at that time your people—everyone whose name is found written in the book—will be delivered. Multitudes who sleep in the dust of the earth will awake: some to everlasting life, others to shame and everlasting contempt.”

Shame will be the condition of every person who is bound for an eternity without God (hell), because the condition of Adam & Eve’s disobedience now follows their children.

  • Romans 10:11 – “If you declare with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you profess your faith and are saved. As Scripture says, “Anyone who believes in him will never be put to shame.”

Shame wants us to hide, not just ourselves, but hide our sin.

So I speak to the Beloved, to the children of God – shame has no part in you. Guilt, ok. Conviction, absolutely. These things will move us toward God, toward repentance.

  • 1 John 1:9 – “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.”
  • James 5:19: “Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed.”

Confession is a weapon against the feeling of shame. It isn’t easy by any means. Hard stuff to come out of hiding and let our sin be exposed, but that is where the cleansing comes, where we find healing.

There just isn’t any other way but His way, and everything is so much better His way.

Naked…

  • Zechariah 3:4 – “Now Joshua was dressed in filthy clothes as he stood before the angel. The angel said to those who were standing before him, “Take off his filthy clothes.” Then he said to Joshua, “See, I have taken away your sin, and I will put fine garments on you.”
  • Galatians 3:26-27 – “So in Christ Jesus you are all children of God through faith, for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ.”
  • Revelation 7:9 – “After this I looked, and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and before the Lamb. They were wearing white robes and were holding palm branches in their hands.”

So to the one who is head down, face covered, trying to disappear in your shame – Jesus covers you. Clothes you with clean garments, robes of His righteousness; in fact, you are clothed with Him.

  • Isaiah 1:18 – “Come now, let us settle the matter,” says the Lord. “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.”

He has not left you naked and ashamed, He has made you covered and forgiven. Walk in the truth, my friend.