"And the Lord showed Moses the whole land, the promised land, and told him: 'I will give this land to your descendents, and I allow you to see it, but you will not be allowed to cross over into it.' "
The comparison may be a bit extreme, but there's no denying that TB brought us to the edge of the promised land...three times in fact. But like the stiff-necked children of Israel we could never cross. We wandered in the desert, missing that one vital turn that would eventually get us where we knew we should be going.
Now TB will sit on his own Mount Nebo and watch as his own Joshua leads the tribe. Joshua, you may recall, did pretty well, rallying the people of Israel and finally moving into the promised land.
But even as they celebrated and savored their new home, the children never forgot Moses. Sure, they cussed him for all he was worth in the desert. They bemoaned the wandering, the steady diet of manna. some even wondered if they weren't better off in the old days.
Moses got them where they were going. He built a nation from a fractured collection of families and handed them to a young leader who could take their new nation by storm.
So as we celebrate the rise of Dabo and resume our season with a new-found energy and hope, take one last look back at Mount Nebo. For all our griping and grousing, for all the times we sighed on the journey, a great man watches as we march away.