Numbers 21:4-9, John 3:14-15
You’ve been a slave your whole life. Your parents were slaves, your grandparents were slaves, and the 20 generations before them . . . slaves.
You wake up before the sun, head to the fields, and work. The heat is unbearable—113 °F. The callouses on your hands are thicker than what you’ll eat for dinner. And you don’t get a lunch break. Your back throbs from the incessant labor and the brutal whipping you received last week. After the sun goes down, you eat a forkful of smelly fish, two slices of cucumber, and an uncooked onion scrap. You head to a shack, lay on the dirt, find some twigs and loose hay as a makeshift, itchy pillow, and try to get some sleep.
Every single day, this is your life.