“Okay, which one of you clowns is Moses?”
I’m kind of busy right now. God told me that I could get water to come forth from this rock.
“You’ve got a real problem with water!”
Not really, God always takes care of us.
“That’s not what I’m talking about. Are you the guy who parted the Red Sea?”
Yes. Pharaoh’s army was pursuing us and through the miracle of the parting of the sea, we escaped and Pharaoh’s army was destroyed.
“Yeah, well Pharaoh’s army is his problem. Frankly I don’t give a hoot about any of them.”
So, then, why did you seek me out?
“Listen, buddy, by parting the Red Sea, it cut off irrigation to some farms and others got extra. We have very stringent water rights treaties, and your little stunt just created havoc. You think figs and dates grow on trees? Well, they do, and those trees need a lot of water. Then there’s grapes; you mess up the grape harvest and I’ll never hear the end of it. Some people get downright nasty when they’re sober. This ain’t no land of milk and honey, you know.”
Actually, that’s where we’re headed.
“Well, good! I want to see you head out into the desert and I’d better not see you again so long as I live. If I start letting people like you mess with the water management, who knows where it will end. Someday there’ll be some place with a goofy name like California trying to get water from some river with an equally goofy name, like Colorado. They’ll thank me for chasing water disrupters like you out into the desert!”