Before them is the mighty sea, impossible to cross. Chasing them are the chariots and soldiers of Egypt, their former masters. After leaving their homes in Egypt, after taking only what is essential and leaving the rest, after enduring the pangs of hunger, the insecurity of the wilderness, the heat of the dessert, sustained only by the hope of the promised land, a land "of milk and honey", they come to what seemed to be a dead end. "Were there no burial places in Egypt that you had to bring us here to die in the dessert?"
Then, Moses raised his staff and with hand outstretched over the sea, the waters split in two, there was dry land, there was a way through the sea. It was never a dead end. God showed the way.
With God there can never be a dead end. There may be obstacles, blocks, detours, challenges and stops, but never a dead end. There will always be a way. God will always make a way.
