
“Now a man from the house of Levi went and married a Levite woman. The woman conceived and bore a son; and when she saw that he was a fine baby, she hid him three months. When she could hide him no longer she got a papyrus basket for him, and plastered it with bitumen and pitch; she put the child in it and placed it among the reeds on the bank of the river. His sister stood at a distance, to see what would happen to him.” Exodus 2: 1-4
What an odd and yet powerful story in just four verses. It starts off normal enough. A man and a woman of the same tribe, language and culture marry. They have a son. And then it starts to get a little questionable…she saw the baby was fine…so she hid it for three months. I know as a mom those first few months with your baby are priceless. Some babies are so sweet and sleep all the time. In fact, they actually might not make too much of a fuss that you could actually hide them, but why? Next thing you know this mom prepares a waterproof basket with bitumen and pitch and lays him along the banks of the river…in the water! And we are left standing there with his sister, staring at a distance in confusion and fright, waiting to see what would happen to him.”
So much of what has become an iconic story for us about Moses’ life, begins here with a mother desparate, trying to save her child’s life. But why she needs to save his life, and how it is that Moses even survived to age 3 months is found one chapter earlier…
“Now a new king arose over Egypt…he said to his people, ‘Look the Israelite people are more numerous and powerful than we. Come let us deal shrewdly with them or they will increase and in the event of war join our enemies…” So… “The king of Egypt said to the Hebrew midwives, one of whom was named Shiphrah and the other Puah, ‘When you act as midwives to the Hebrew women, and see them on the birthstool, if it is a boy, kill him; but if it is a girl, she shall live.’ But the midwives feared God; they did not do as the king of Egypt commanded them but let the boys live.” To see how cleverly the midwives got away with this deception keep reading to the end of Exodus Chapter 1!
Shiphrah and Puah are two of my favorite heroines and “mothers” in the Bible. Although this is one of the rarer cases in the Bible where women actually have names (think “Samaritan woman,” “woman with the flow of blood”, “widow of Nain”) they might as well be nameless for all the recognition they get. Same goes for Moses’ actual mother, what’s her name? (Oh yeah Jochebed, Exodus 6:20)
Were Shiphrah and Puah mother’s? I don’t know. It’s very likely that as midwives they had families of their own, but there is no mention. I like this about their story. Because theirs is one of courage and strength, protecting children who are not their own. In this way we honor those who “mother” as Godmothers, Aunties, you name it. If there were no Shiphrah and Puah, Moses would have been slayed on the birthstool at Jochebed’s feet. Not a very heartwarming story for Mother’s Day but certainly a Biblical story. What I do find so heartwarming about it, is the bravery of mothering that is required of all of us who care for our own children and are brave enough to extend ourselves for those who are not “by blood” our own.
The Evangelical Lutheran Church in America is partnering with Lutherans all around the world in this role of mothering, as we bravely together fight malaria. (Find out more here.) In fact at our Synod Assembly this weekend we will be asked if our churches will commit to being a part of the Lutheran Malaria Initiative. (Learn more here.) My husband asked me recently as we donated to the cause, why I’m so interested in the Malaria campaign. All I know to say is that I have been bitten countless times by mosquitoes and I can’t comprehend the thought of any single one of those bites killing a child, mine or anybody elses. A mosquito bite isn’t ruthless pharoah, but it might as well be. In fact I think this pharoah who would later be plagued by gnats, flies and locusts, could appreciate a swarm of mosquitos.
This Mother’s Day I give thanks for all those who mother, for Shiphrah, Puah, Jochebed, Mary and Barbara, __________________(fill in the blank). May we all, women and men, take responsibility for the children of the world in our care. Blessings and Happy Mother’s Day!