Exodus 1:19

Letters to the Faithful - Exodus 1:19

Berean Standard Bible

The midwives answered Pharaoh, “The Hebrew women are not like the Egyptian women, for they are vigorous and give birth before a midwife arrives.”

King James Bible

And the midwives said unto Pharaoh, Because the Hebrew women are not as the Egyptian women; for they are lively, and are delivered ere the midwives come in unto them.

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Beloved brothers and sisters in Christ, gathered as one people under the Lord’s watchful eye, I speak to you today from the place of reverence and spiritual urgency. There are moments in the history of God’s people when the actions of the humble rewrite the destiny of the oppressed, when the seemingly small decision of a faithful few causes heaven to rejoice and kings to tremble. Such is the moment we find in the account of two Hebrew midwives who defied the order of a powerful king and preserved a generation from destruction. And when questioned, they answered simply: “The Hebrew women are not like the Egyptian women—they are vigorous, and they give birth before the midwife can get to them.”

At first glance, these words may seem like a clever evasion, a way to avoid the wrath of Pharaoh. But there is something deeper at work here—something spiritual, something prophetic, something vital for us in this present hour. Their response unveils a spiritual truth that should echo in the soul of every believer: the people of God are not like the people of this world. We are different. We are marked. We are vigorous. And in times of darkness and oppression, we are called to multiply, to give life, to stand firm, and to resist every decree of death spoken against us.

The Hebrew midwives feared God more than they feared Pharaoh. In an age when submission to ungodly power was demanded and compromise was rewarded, they chose a different path. They aligned themselves not with the throne of Egypt, but with the throne of heaven. Their allegiance was not to the edicts of men, but to the covenant of the Living God. This, beloved, is the kind of faith that changes the course of nations. These women did not carry swords or speak from pulpits. They were not prophets, priests, or kings. They were servants attending to birth—a hidden, sacred task. And yet through their obedience, God preserved the deliverer who would one day part the sea and lead Israel to freedom.

Today, the spirit of Pharaoh still lives. The world still issues decrees of death over the vulnerable. It seeks to silence the voice of righteousness and destroy what God is trying to birth. It pressures the faithful to conform, to comply, to surrender truth for convenience and holiness for relevance. But in the midst of this, the Church must remember who she is. We are not like the world. We do not labor in vain. We are a people chosen to carry the life of God into dark places, and we must be vigorous in spirit.

What does it mean to be vigorous? It means to be spiritually strong, not fragile. It means to endure pain for the sake of what is coming. It means to bear fruit even in seasons of affliction. The Hebrew women were under pressure, but they were not weak. They carried life within them and gave birth quickly. They were not dependent on the systems of Pharaoh to do what God had empowered them to do. And so must we be.

In a time when many shrink back, God is calling for vigorous believers. Not believers who are loud, but those who are rooted. Not those who merely perform religion, but those who walk with God in the hidden place. The vigorous Church is not necessarily the largest, but she is the most fruitful. She does not wait for permission to obey God. She does not need favorable conditions to thrive. She multiplies under pressure. She prays when others sleep. She births hope where there is despair. She stands when others bow. The Church that knows her identity will give birth even when midwives are absent and systems are hostile.

And let us speak clearly: the enemy fears what we are carrying. That is why the pressure has increased. That is why culture wars rage. That is why darkness tries to encroach upon every institution. Because the enemy knows a deliverer is always born in the midst of oppression. He remembers the days of Moses. He remembers the slaughter of infants when Jesus arrived. And he fears the rise of a holy generation. He fears a Church that knows how to labor and deliver the purposes of God.

So we must ask ourselves: are we vigorous? Are we birthing the purposes of God in this hour? Or have we grown dependent on worldly systems to carry out heavenly assignments? Have we forgotten that even when support is denied, God empowers His people to bring forth His will?

The midwives were wise. They did not fight Pharaoh in the streets. They did not lead a revolt. They simply stood their ground in the place of service, and God used them mightily. This is a call to all of us—pastors and teachers, mothers and fathers, workers and students—to remain faithful in the sphere we’ve been assigned. You do not need a spotlight to shape history. You need courage. You need faith. You need the fear of God more than the fear of man. When the enemy comes to inspect your obedience, may he find a life that declares, “I serve a greater King.”

The Lord is raising up spiritual midwives in this generation. Those who will protect what God is birthing. Those who will speak life instead of death. Those who will not bow to intimidation. Those who will guard the womb of the Church and nurture the emergence of prophets, apostles, and reformers. Let every believer take their place. Let every household become a sanctuary. Let every act of obedience become a hammer in the hand of the Builder.

And let us never forget: God saw what the midwives did, and He honored them. He gave them families of their own. He established their names in holy history. He rewarded their fear of Him with blessing. This is the God we serve—a God who watches not only the loud and visible, but the faithful and unseen. The God who honors courage over compromise. The God who multiplies His people under pressure.

Therefore, let this be your charge: Be vigorous. Be faithful. Be unshakable. The time of Pharaohs is passing, but the people of God remain. The time of darkness is brief, but the light of the righteous will shine forever. Do not be discouraged by the decrees of death that surround you. You are part of a generation that is carrying deliverance. You are part of a body that is birthing hope. You serve a God who turns the schemes of the enemy into the setting of a miracle.

Stand firm. Birth life. Fear God. And let your obedience echo into eternity.

Amen.

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Almighty and Ever-living God, our Refuge and Commander, we gather our voices before Your throne with reverence and with urgency. You are the Author of every deliverance and the Keeper of every promise. Your eyes search the earth for hearts fully Yours, and Your strong arm lifts the oppressed and confounds the schemes of tyrants. We remember the day when two humble midwives defied the decree of a ruthless king, and when the women of Your covenant people proved vigorous under pressure—bringing forth life while death prowled outside their doors. From their courage a whole generation was preserved, and in that generation You prepared the one who would split a sea and crush a nation’s pride. So now, Lord, we look to You for the same courage, the same holy cunning, the same resilience in the face of decrees that contradict Your will.

We confess that our hearts can grow timid under the glare of intimidation, that we often measure our influence by public approval instead of kingdom authority, and that we sometimes forget the unseen power that attends simple obedience. Forgive us, Merciful Father, for bowing to fear where we should stand in faith. Cleanse our imaginations from the lie that we are weak or irrelevant. Teach us again that when the halls of power issue commands against life, heaven’s strategy may begin in the quiet faithfulness of those whose names are never announced but whose loyalty moves the future.

Spirit of the Living God, make us vigorous. Not merely energetic in body, but unbreakable in spirit. Infuse us with a strength that defies circumstance. Let the enemy find us impervious to discouragement, undivided by envy, and unmoved by threat. Plant in us a resolve that does not falter when resources run thin, that does not waver when culture mocks, that does not wither when seasons of waiting stretch long. May we, like those Hebrew women, carry life to full term even in an atmosphere thick with hostility. May we labor in faith until the promises You have seeded in us break forth crying and alive.

Grant us holy discernment when the rulers of this age demand our compliance with what is unclean. Give us the wisdom to know when gentle words will suffice and when firm refusal is required. Let our “yes” be bright with conviction and our “no” be unclouded by fear. Guard our speech so that, like the midwives, we respond with words that shield the vulnerable and confound the oppressor. Let no lying spirit twist our tongues; rather, let creative truth flow from our lips, truth that opens unseen doors and frustrates evil designs.

We pray for every believer hidden in places of influence—professionals, students, officials, parents, laborers. Make their station a midwife’s stool, their ordinary tasks a battlefield of quiet defiance. Let teachers sow seeds of righteousness in classrooms where policy forbids it. Let nurses cradle dignity where systems commodify life. Let business owners fund generosity where greed is expected. Let artists paint freedom on walls built to advertise despair. Where edicts demand silence about Your name, let whispered testimonies light unseen fires that cannot be extinguished.

Lord of Hosts, protect the children yet unborn—in wombs, in dreams, in destinies. Shield them from decrees of destruction, whether those decrees are written in law or whispered in hopeless households. Raise up guardians who will intercede before Your throne and intervene in real time—foster parents, counselors, mentors, prophets, and pastors. Let the next generation find safe passage through the narrow canal of these hostile days, emerging strong and full of wonder at the God who carried them unseen.

And for those who wield authority on earth—judges, legislators, executives—turn their hearts as You turned rivers in the desert. Where they plot oppression, expose it. Where they imagine themselves sovereign, remind them they are dust. Yet we ask for more than judgment; we plead for redemption. Visit them in the night watches. Trouble them with dreams they cannot shake. Bring them face-to-face with the weight of innocent blood, the cry of exploited laborers, the anguish of silenced truth. Give them a chance to repent and write decrees of life in place of commands of death.

Meanwhile, strengthen Your Church to flourish under pressure. Make persecution the soil of purity. Let scarcity sharpen generosity. Permit marginalization to refine our message until nothing remains but Christ crucified and risen. Teach us to meet in homes when halls close their doors, to preach in whispers that thunder in the courts of heaven, to intercede until chains break and angels move.

Finally, O God of deliverance, birth in us a greater vision than personal survival. Position us to midwife the arrival of movements, ministries, and miracles that will outlive us. Teach us to celebrate each hidden victory as the prelude to a larger story. One rescued infant became Moses. One midnight prayer sparked Pentecost. One surrendered life can still reshape history. So use us—our talents, our resources, our reputations, our days—to shelter whatever You are bringing forth in this generation.

We submit ourselves to Your wise leading, confident that obedience is always the safest hiding place, and that holy boldness is never reckless when birthed from reverent fear. Multiply the ranks of those who know how to stand between decree and deliverance, wielding nothing but faith, humility, and quick hands ready to receive new life.

All glory to You, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit—eternal midwife of creation, guardian of destiny, and finisher of every good work. We pray with confidence, for Yours is the kingdom, the power, and the honor, now and forever. Amen.