Summary: The test of life can be burdensome, but thru it all we must not allow troubles to break our faith!
These bricks won’t break me!
Exodus 5 :1 And afterward Moses and Aaron went in, and told Pharaoh, Thus saith the LORD God of Israel, Let my people go, that they may hold a feast unto me in the wilderness.
2 And Pharaoh said, Who is the LORD, that I should obey his voice to let Israel go? I know not the LORD, neither will I let Israel go.
3 And they said, The God of the Hebrews hath met with us: let us go, we pray thee, three days' journey into the desert, and sacrifice unto the LORD our God; lest he fall upon us with pestilence, or with the sword.
4 And the king of Egypt said unto them, Wherefore do ye, Moses and Aaron, let the people from their works? get you unto your burdens.
5 And Pharaoh said, Behold, the people of the land now are many, and ye make them rest from their burdens.
6 And Pharaoh commanded the same day the taskmasters of the people, and their officers, saying,
7 Ye shall no more give the people straw to make brick, as heretofore: let them go and gather straw for themselves.
8 And the tale of the bricks, which they did make heretofore, ye shall lay upon them; ye shall not diminish ought thereof: for they be idle; therefore they cry, saying, Let us go and sacrifice to our God.
ILL:A recent request for sick leave to the U.S.S. Saratoga read: Dear Captain, When I got home I found that my father’s brick silo had been struck by lightning, knocking some of the bricks off at the top. I decided to fix the silo, and so I rigged up a beam, with a pulley and whip at the top of the silo, and hoisted a couple of barrels full of bricks to the top. When I got through fixing the silo there were a lot of bricks left over. I hoisted the barrel back up again, secured the line at the bottom, and then went up and filled the barrel with extra bricks. Then I went down to the bottom and cast off the line. Unfortunately, the barrel of bricks was heavier than I was and before I knew what was happening, the barrel started down and jerked me off the ground. I decided to hang on, and halfway up I met the barrel coming down and received a severe blow on the shoulder. I then continued on up to the top, banging my head against the beam and getting my fingers jammed in the pulley. When the barrel hit the ground it busted the bottom, allowing all the bricks to spill out. I was now heavier than the barrel and so started down again at high speed. Halfway down I again met the barrel of bricks and received severe injuries to my shins. When I hit the ground I landed on the bricks, getting numerous painful cuts from the sharp edges.
At this point I must have lost my presence of mind because I let go of the rope. The barrel then came down and struck me with another heavy blow on the head, putting me in the hospital for three days. I respectfully request five days extension of leave…. And the moral of the story is that there is pain living & working among the bricks!
Many scr. Tell stories, but this particular one explains and give the description as if it as a title to a book. Called the tale of the bricks.
I've come to preach today concerning the tale of the bricks, & my title today is “these bricks wont break me” I'm trusting that someone leaves here knowing there is hope beyond your current situation!
Text: The story of our deliverance begins in a brickyard. It’s a brickyard where men and women are being put to hard labor, making bricks for Egypt’s king and for his dreams of glory. Imagine those huge pyramids, those immense temples that you can still visit in Egypt.
Calculate how many millions of bricks it must have taken to build such places, and then imagine, if you are Pharaoh’s engineers, how you will get so many bricks. It will be lots of work for somebody, hard and unyielding work. Who will do it?
They turned to the children of Israel and put them to forced labor. They enslaved the Hebrews. Day after day, month after month, under the broiling sun, with no reward but a whip when you are slow or a shove to the ground when you stumble, the Israelites made bricks.
One day through Moses and Aaron, their leaders, they made a simple request: “Thus says the Lord, the God of Israel, ‘Let my people go, so that they may celebrate a festival to me in the wilderness.’” Pharaoh, may we have a brief holiday, please, so that we can worship our God? That request would set off a chain of events that resounds even today. That request would inaugurate God’s deliverance for them and for us and it happens to be called the tale of the bricks!