Jumping The Gun
questions and answers
(Exodus chapters 2-4)
“Who made you a Prince and Judge
Do you want to kill me like you killed
Two questions that jolted me 40 years ago.
Jonadab asked me the question when
I wanted to settle a quarrel between him
and Asahel in a hotel lobby in Alexandria…
I had been brought up as an Egyptian Prince
in the Palace of Pharaoh, the King of Egypt.
His daughter was my foster mother;
my real mother was my nanny.
It was a funny arrangement by
God- my mother brought me up as a nanny
for the daughter of the King in the Palace!
Who could have worked out such an
arrangement but God?
I grew up with a Hebrew mind in an
I dressed Egyptian.
I spoke Egyptian.
I looked Egyptian.
I was 100% Egyptian externally.
But I was 100% Hebrew internally.
There are many people who are in
similar situations, growing up in
cultures that are different from theirs:
Africans growing up in Europe, Arabs
growing up in America, Latinos
growing up in Asia…
it was not peculiar to me.
The only difference is; the people I am
being brought up under were oppressing
my real people! My real people the
Hebrews were SLAVES to the Egyptians
my adopted people.
It was a very uncomfortable position
for me. I hated it with passion.
I was trapped in the wrong body.
I felt for my people, the Hebrews.
I wanted to help them get out of slavery,
but I had no idea how to.
When I drove round the city or when I
go round the country, I would see the
oppression first hand:
The Egyptians owned shops, the
Hebrews were the shop attendants.
The Egyptians owned gas stations,
the Hebrews were the petrol attendants.
The Egyptians owned hotels, the
Hebrews were the janitors, porters
The Egyptians owned restaurants, the
Hebrews were the waiters and waitresses.
The Egyptians owned homes, the
Hebrews were the maids.
That was how my mother became my
nanny in the first place: there was a
government decree that Hebrew male
children should be killed at birth,
my mother hid me for a few months,
dropped me off in a basket in the river,
the King’s daughter found me and
And hired my mother as nanny.
My Hebrew people have been in this
oppressive situation for almost 400 years
and I got tired of it. I had to do something!
So I was in this restaurant in Cairo when
the waiter accidentally spilled my soup.
The owner got very angry and flogged
the waiter mercilessly.
He was trying to impress me, seeing
I was an Egyptian prince. Or so he thought.
I was in a private room and nobody else
was there, so I intervened.
I was very skilled in martial arts
(I was so trained as an Egyptian Prince),
so I helped the waiter out:
I stunned his boss with a fatal kick.
I quickly exited the restaurant from
the back door…
The next day, I flew to Alexandria for
an important meeting.
As I was about to check into a hotel,
I saw 2 porters quarreling in the concierge.
From their name tags,
I knew they were Hebrews. I intervened.
“Hey! Why are you guys quarreling?
You’re both Hebrews, this is not necessary…”
That was when one of them, Jonadab
asked me those questions.
So what I did in a Cairo restaurant is
already public knowledge in Alexandria!
I did not check into the hotel again: I fled!
The Secret Police came after me,
I relocated to another country as a fugitive
and started a new life.
I went into business with one of their
citizens, married his daughter and became
the MD of the organization, a position
I held for a long time.
Until I had an encounter with God one day
and I had to return to Egypt.
I discussed with my Father in-law
(the company Chairman) and he released me.
40 years after I left as a fugitive,
I flew back to Cairo. I got across to the
Hebrew community and asked for a
To my surprise, the President of the
Hebrew Community Association was
I recognized him immediately, but he did
not remember me.
The question he asked me had been
ringing in my head for 40 years.
That day, I had an answer for him.
I showed them the signs God had showed
me as proof He sent me and they believed
In that moment, Jonadab remembered!
He asked, “Moses? Are you the same Moses,
the grandson of the late King?”
“Yes, I am! and I remember I met you 40 years
ago in a hotel in Alexandria. You asked me who
made me a Prince and a Judge over you?
Was I planning to kill you as I did the Egyptian?”
“Ah!” Jonadab responded; “I remember.
You know in those days we were…”
I cut him short.
“There is no need for any explanation, Jonadab.
But I can respond to those questions now-
it took me 40 years to get the answers:
I am not going to kill you like I did the
And I was sent by God to be Prince and
Judge over you.
I just didn’t recognize it 40 years ago…”