There were rumblings of thunder and streaks of lightening breaking through the thick dark clouds which had gathered around the mountain; Mount Sinai quaked dangerously. This was the day God decided to reveal Himself to His people as the God who delivered them from the hands of the Egyptians.
“Moses, come up the mountain” I heard the Lord say to me.
Like seriously? I, Moses, come up a mountain that looks like a volcano ready to erupt at any time? I cautioned myself that it was God who was calling me, not just a man, and with that, steeled myself towards the mountain. I treaded carefully with measured steps, my five senses hyper alert to receive the slightest danger signal. When I finally made it to the top, I beheld God’s terrific presence. It was awesome. I was stunned. I’d never felt or seen such glorious magnificence all my life. The hairs on my body stood in salute to Him. When he spoke again and marshalled out his tenets to me, His voice was a mixture of thunder and the roar of a thousand lions.
When I eventually came down from the mountain to speak to my people, they stood afar off, their faces white with horror. I smiled to myself. I guessed God shouldn’t have bothered to warn them not to come close for they were so terrified to step a foot near even if God asked them to. They were definitely having the encounter of their lives.