But Exodus 2 is only getting warmed up at this point. Moses grows up and comes to identify with his Hebrew people rather than the Egyptians. This comes to a climax when he killed an Egyptian taskmaster who was mistreating a Hebrew slave. But while he identifies with the Hebrews, they don’t identity with him. This murder forces him to get out of Egypt one step ahead of the possee. He runs to Midian where he rescues a fair damsel at a well, becomes a shepherd, marries the fair damsel and settles down to raise his family and his sheep for the next 40 years.
OK, this is 80 years in the life of one of the most important men of history compacted into less than one chapter in the Bible. And that chapter isn’t quite over. There is this statement made at the end of Exodus 2—
23 During that long period, the king of Egypt died. The Israelites groaned in their slavery and cried out, and their cry for help because of their slavery went up to God. 24 God heard their groaning and he remembered his covenant with Abraham, with Isaac and with Jacob. 25 So God looked on the Israelites and was concerned about them. (2:23-25)That is the first mention of God in the story of Moses. Up to this point, Moses’ life has been about human plans (a baby in a basket) and human activity (killing of the Egyptian). God has not been mentioned, but he has been there in the background, quietly writing the the story. Coincidence after coincidence moves the story of Moses along, but coincidence is not really coincidence. God is as present in the first part of Moses' story as he will be later in the burning bush. The God who quietly watches over the baby in the basket is just as sovereign over Moses' story as the God who huffs and puff and blows back the Red Sea.
You and I may at time long for a burning bush. We may even want God to smite a few people with plagues. We want God to act in such obvious ways that all around us respond with the Egyptian magicians, “This is the finger of God” (Ex 8:18). God may still do those things today; He certainly doesn’t need our approval to work miracles. But for the most part the finger of God in our lives is much more quiet and subtle. We are like the baby in the basket, trusting God to work in the circumstances and coincidences of life in powerful and surprising ways. But like the baby in the basket, our story is nonetheless being written by the all-powerful finger of God.


