But the blood on your doorposts will serve as a sign, marking the houses where you are staying. When I see the blood, I will pass over you. This plague of death will not touch you when I strike the land of Egypt. (Exodus 12:13)
Relate: They are gone. In one day, two million Hebrews, men women and children along with their livestock and everything they could carry left the land of Egypt. Can you imagine the hole that would leave in Egyptian society. In a rigidly socially stratified culture, the entire lower class just up and left. In one day.
This didn’t just happen in a vacuum. Before it came hail, blood, locusts, frogs, darkness, and death. Egyptian society had been plunged into chaos and those wondering when the nightmare would end were probably looking to that lower class, to that slave class, to rebuild. After all, didn’t they build it all in the first place? Isn’t that why we kept them around?
Can you imagine what it would look to an ordinary Egyptian two days after they were all gone? The smell of death from the frogs is still pungent in air. There are men still carrying their carts house to house for families to bring out their dead. Word gets out that the ghetto called Goshen doesn’t smell nearly so bad and since it is now abandoned… So the ordinary Egyptian goes out to see this ghost town for himself. I can tell you from very recent firsthand experience how uniquely, desperately awful a place recently abandoned by an entire community looks like. There are no words to adequately describe it. What I saw was the forced abandonment of about twenty thousand people. Now multiply that by a hundred. As if that weren’t enough, on each and every door there is a statement written in blood. Our lives were purchased with this blood. Our lives were spared by this blood. No more blood need be shed. We have left this world behind.
React: I mentioned recently (here) how the word “Egypt” in ancient Hebrew also means “worldly” and Egypt in Biblical typology often refers to this world. With that in mind, imagine again the statement that blood declared to all who would see it. Because this blood has been shed, this dwelling has been abandoned. Because of the shed blood of the lamb, I am a citizen in this world no more. Two million people made that same statement in one day. Imagine what the world would say if the people of God today boldly declared what the shed blood means for their homes. Imagine what will happen when the church finally wakes up and declares, “I am a citizen of this world no more.”
Dear God, I am sorry for the way for the way I desperately cling to things of transient value. I am sorry for still holding on to the illusion that this world is my home. Help me to let go. Help me to leave it behind. Your shed blood has purchased my life and given me a far greater citizenship. Help me to live up to it. Help me to truly, with every fiber of my being, understand and walk in the reality that I am now a citizen of another kingdom. I belong to this world no more. Amen.