Moses grew up wealthy, spoiled, privileged and safe. He was an Egyptian for all he knew, living among the ruling class with Pharaoh and his family. Danger was taken care of by his staff. While he surely dealt with emotional struggles, he probably never saw physical pain full on.
Until the day he entered into the world of the Hebrews.
When Moses finds out he’s Hebrew, his world comes crashing down around him. He’s an outsider in his own Egyptian family, yet he’s not a Hebrew slave either. He knows nothing about what it’s like to be a Hebrew.
In his identity crisis, we see him seeking answers; seeking himself.
He goes down into the streets of the Hebrews and, for the first time in his life, witnesses the atrocities.
They’re being beaten horrifically to construct Pharaoh’s dream land.
His heart shatters into a million little pieces.
These are his people, his bloodline, his mother and father. He doesn’t know who they are, yet for the first time in his life, he relates to them.
This empathy opens his heart to seeing them as one of his own, not just the help. Thus ensues the shift within him to suddenly stand-up for and protect them.
Papa bear emerges.
But instead of doing this reasonably by talking with the Egyptian or Pharaoh, he snaps. Moses all out beats the Egyptian to death, then buries him in the sand to cover it up.
It probably happened in a matter of seconds. A perfectly kind man suddenly a stone cold killer, covering up his crime.
What on earth has satan done?