Man, I need a Tent

I never caught this, in all of the times I have read through Exodus I never saw this. In fact, it had to be pointed out to me. Moses had this tent, a tent that was made available to all of the people, but it seems he was the only one to use it. A tent that was far away from rest of the group. A tent reserved for one on one contact with God. Exodus 33 introduces us to this "tent of meeting," that Moses would go out to, to encounter God. When he went everyone knew where he was going. It really seemed like he went when things were the craziest too, right after the golden calf incident. I'm sure he had a lot of issues going on but that tent was a priority.

Where is my tent? Where is my place, my time to escape? It is no one's fault but my own, I need a tent. Maybe not one with stakes and poles but a tent nevertheless. I would hope that if one really has a tent, a time with just you and God, that life gains a little more perspective.

Yet, even with his tent, Moses still failed to set foot in the Promise Land. He was still human. Imagine what his life may have been like without his tent. He had a lot of responsibility. Man, I need a tent.

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