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BibleProject (Collins, Mackie), Exodus 10 (ESV), Exodus 11 (ESV), Exodus 12 (ESV), Psalm 20 (ESV), Romans 12 (ESV), The Wild Ride (Louise Imogen Guiney)

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1) Spiritual - BibleProject

Exodus 10-12, Psalm 20


Exodus

  • 10: 1-2 = Hardening Pharaoh's heart
  • 10: 7-11 = Pharaoh releases Moses + Aaron
  • 10: 12-20 = Locusts + Pharaoh's plea + hardened heart
  • 10: 21- 29 = Darkness + Pharaoh' plea + hardened heart.
  • 11: 1 - 10 = The final plague of the firstborn throughout all of Egypt + Pharaoh's hardened heart
  • Exodus 12 = The Passover
    • Blood of the lamb of passover on the lintel and two door posts
    • 12: 29 - 32: The tath plaque: Death of Firstborn
    • 12:40 - 42 : 130 years in Egypt for the people of Israel

Psalm 20
Trust in the Name of the Lord Our God

  • To The ChoirMaster. A psalm of David
  • 20:6-9: Perfect parallel to " The Wild Ride" by Louise Imogen Guiney

Comparing Psalm 20 and Romans 12:2 with 'The Wild Ride' by Louise Imogen Guiney


Psalm 20:6-9

Trust in the Name of the Lord Our God
" 6 Now I know that the Lord saves his anointed; he will answer him from his holy heaven with the saving might of his right hand. 7 Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God. 8 They collapse and fall, but we rise and stand upright. 9 O Lord, save the king! May he answer us when we call."

Romans 12:1-2

A Living Sacrifice
" 1 I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship. 2 Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect."

'The Wild Ride' by Louis Imogen Guiney

I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses
All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses,
All night, from their stalls, the importunate pawing and neighing.

*Let cowards and laggards fall back! but alert to the saddle
Weather-worn and abreast, go men of our galloping legion,

With a stirrup-cup each to the lily of women that loves him.*

The trail is through dolour and dread, over crags and morasses;
There are shapes by the way, there are things that appal or entice us:
What odds? We are Knights of the Grail, we are vowed to the riding.

Thought’s self is a vanishing wing, and joy is a cobweb,
And friendship a flower in the dust, and glory a sunbeam:
Not here is our prize, nor, alas! after these our pursuing.

A dipping of plumes, a tear, a shake of the bridle,
A passing salute to this world and her pitiful beauty:
We hurry with never a word in the track of our fathers.

(I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses
All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses,
All night, from their stalls, the importunate pawing and neighing.)

We spur to a land of no name, out-racing the storm-wind;
We leap to the infinite dark like sparks from the anvil.
Thou leadest, O God! All’s well with Thy troopers that follow.