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How do you feel about eager volunteers? Whatís your
reaction to the kind of person who is always ready to step up
to the plate and take a swing at some issue? How do you
really feel about those who quickly volunteer when
something needs to be done?

Maybe you remember what it was like to be a kid in the
classroom, and the teacher would ask a question. What did
you think about the kind of kid Ė and there was always one
seated next to me Ė who would vigorously wave her hand
and stage whisper, ďOh, oh, me, me, call on me, me!Ē?
Come on now; what did you really think? Miss Know-It-All.
Show-off. Teacherís pet. You didnít much care for the eager
volunteer, did you? She showed up your ignorance, and she
made you feel guilty. At the same time, you secretly were
glad she was there, because it meant that you didnít get
called on. Volunteers are appreciated, and theyíre not. They
are liked; and they are disliked. We feel uneasy about folks
who are always so available.

And so when there is a need, and somebody seems to think
we should volunteer, what goes on in our minds? What stirs
in our memories? When it is time to step up and meet a
challenge, we think we should, but we hope we donít have
to. We think we maybe could, but then we suspect maybe
we couldnít. When it is time to be available, we know we
shouldnít feel this way, but we do want to say, ďplease send
someone else.Ē Anyone but me, please.

On that 4th of July in 1776 a number of men felt called to step
forward and to volunteer for a cause far larger than they
knew. They spoke that day of pledging their ďlives, their
fortunes, and their sacred honorĒ. That was not an easy
thing to do. Some of them would lose their wealth. Others
would lose their families, as their sons would march off to
Lexington and Concord, Saratoga and Yorktown. And some
would lose their own lives as citizen soldiers who knew they
had to do more than shout ringing rhetoric in King Georgeís
face. They were volunteers; some of them were reluctant,
others more eager. But they found themselves at a time and
place where they knew they had to be available, available for
the cause of liberty.

Just as, at another time and place, a man who thought he
was settled and secure, fat and sassy, faced a call to
volunteer for the cause of liberating a people. That man, like
those of us who sat in classrooms with Miss Know-It-All, felt
several things. He felt self-doubt, he felt uncertainty, and he
felt unreadiness. But what he learned about being available
for liberation is of great value.

Moses had lived a rather unusual life. In fact, it was nothing
short of a miracle that he was alive at all. Born into slavery,
into a Hebrew family at a time when the powers that be in
Egypt were threatened by the strength of their slaves, Moses
should have been destroyed, along with a host of other
young boys. But he was not. By the grace of God and the