I was listening to the story of Moses this morning. I saw humanity as a Moses-type. We are sometimes reluctant heroes in the life story - occasionally strong in leadership, often realistic and offtimes fragile because of that same realism. At one point in the story, Moses is totally done - can’t go on. Those closest to him - Aaron and Hur - hold up his arms and give him strength. Not strangers but family and people that know and love him. Creating communities of Aarons and Hurs sounds like a vision.

“When Moses’ hands grew tired, they took a stone and put it under him and he sat on it. Aaron and Hur held his hands up—one on one side, one on the other—so that his hands remained steady till sunset.”

— Exodus 17:12