Wednesday, November 30, 2011

AHL (9th Grade) Week 10 Writing Assignment


**This was written by Abby and unedited by me except for breaking it up so it is easier to read on the computer**



EWH Week 10 Writing Assignment 11/25/11
Write journal entries from the Exodus through the wilderness as if you were an Israelite. Record your observations, fears, and faith.

Evening.
I feel the dust sting my cheeks as a brisk wind blows over the desert. 
The sun has begun its lowering descent, and everything is tinged with burnished gold light. 
I am sitting on a hill, above the bustle and chaos. 
Our tents stretch as far I can see into the shadows of the mountains to the north.

I know it will only be a minute before mother calls me back to our tent. 
We have to prepare for gathering the manna tomorrow. 
We’ll have to get extra in the morning, for the day after is the seventh day: the Sabbath.
I sit back and remember the first time heavenly food lay upon the ground. 
We had gone and complained to Moses, our leader, about bread and meat. 
Everyone I know has joined the grumbling about how much better the food was in Egypt.

It didn’t look like Moses was too pleased with us. 
I snuck into his meeting with the people- or at least, I peeked through the crack in the tent curtain. 
His eyebrows drew closer and closer the more they complained until you couldn’t even see his eyes. 
And then he sighed. He told them he would go and talk with the Lord about their complaints. 
Seeing the look on his face, I felt guilty, though I wasn’t there when they grumbled.

The next day, the white manna lay on the ground. I’ve never tasted anything like it before in my life! 
I like to close my eyes when I eat it, and imagine our God forming it in the night and 
smiling as He lays it out for us. And I think Him, and then go and feed some to Amram. 
Mother is so busywith the toddlers that Amram’s become my special charge, 
and father is always out with my big brother Phineas.

In fact, I hear mother now- calling my name from the foot of my hill- that’s as far as she’ll go.
I go down the hill, my skirt brushing the dirt and the scraggly bushes. 
The sun winks with one more glimmer of light before ducking beneath the horizon.

Morning-time.
Amram’s fussy today. I try and feed him some of my manna but he won’t have it, 
and instead smacks his little fists into the ground and wails. 
I sigh, glancing around for mother. She’s off with the two toddlers, teaching them to put the manna in the jars. 
I shouldn’t bother her now.
I look back to Amram- and he’s gone. I panic. 
He can’t walk yet- only crawl- so he couldn’t have gone far, could he?

I call his name and begin to run, dashing around our neighbor’s tents. 
“Have you seen Amram?” I ask, but no one has. Almost in tears, 
I’m ready to call mama when I hear a voice, deep and
chuckling, speaking as if to a child. I turn, and see Amram in Moses’ arms, 
and father and Phineas talking with him.
I cannot believe it. Of all people! I approach them nervously. Phineas notices me first. 
“Finally realized he was missing, eh, little sister?” I glare at him. 
“I was looking for him this whole time!” I watch Moses holding Amram in wonder. 
He’s such a powerful man, with a strange, large presence about him- 
yet here I can almost believe that he was once just a shepherd in the wilderness, taking care of his lambs. 
He’s smiling a little, and ruffles Amram’s curly hair.

He spots me and with a teasing look, motions to Amram. 
“Were you looking for him?”
Moses said something to me! Struck dumb, I can only nod and extend my hands. 
Amram jumps into them, and declares that he’s hungry. I hear the men laugh. 
I assure Amram of food, then see that Moses, father, and Phineas have resumed their conversation. 
I pat Amram’s back and go back to our tent.

Next Week.
Moses has gone up to Mount Sinai to receive the law from God. 
The clouds are thick over the mountain- even we can feel the magnificent 
presence of the Lord from down in the valley. 
Moses has warned us not to go near the mountain, or we will die. I believe him. 
The mountain is a terrifying sight—and yet, beautiful as well. 
I wonder what it is like to have a conversation with God like Moses does. 
I suppose it may take some getting used to.

Later.
The people- that is, the grown ups- have started complaining again. 
Moses has been gone for days—and I think they’re getting antsy.
I hear our neighbors declare that Moses died, and that now we are all lost. 
When I walk around through the camp, all I hear is talk of making a god, a better god, who will go before us. 
It sounds wrong, but... The truth is, I think it’s a good idea.

Later.
I’m almost regretting giving my earring and my necklace to Aaron to make our new god, but not quite. 
After all, Moses won’t be coming down anytime soon- we need a new god.
The celebration for our new god is tomorrow.

Moses has come down again.
I can’t imagine water with melted, powdered gold in it can taste very good. 
But either way, I’m probably going to find out in a little bit.
I was stunned when we all looked up and saw Moses standing over us during the celebration for the gold calf- 
in the end I think I’m glad Moses has returned- but it was a dire day for us. 
He’s melting down the idol and is going to make the people drink water 
with the melted stuff in it when he’s done, as punishment. 
In his wrath, he even broke the tablets that had the law on them. 
Now he’ll have to get a new set.
I even heard that Moses had to seriously intercede on our behalf, 
because the Lord was even tempted to destroy us.

Building the tabernacle.
Construction on the tabernacle has begun. 
It gives me thrills, seeing it being erected, piece by piece. 
It is going to be the most glorious thing anyone has ever seen. 
I’m ashamed that the Lord is still with us even after we have turned against Him. 
But perhaps with this visual reminder, we will be less inclined to stray away.


5 comments:

The Director said...

........ I didn't like this one as much as my others.........

Lainie said...

I still liked it. It's reads disjointed like a journal would. No worries, it's good!

Kim said...

I loved this! I feel like I am peeking into a young girl's diary. Thank you for sharing!

Lainie said...

You're welcome! Thanks, Kim :)

Jay said...

I really like your wall art writing style!

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