Previously on the chosen people.

Go down at once.

Your people, whom you brought up from Egypt, have acted corruptly.

They have quickly turned away from the way I commanded them,

making an image of a golden calf.

Moses' thoughts raced, but in his shock he lost all control.

Now, leave me alone so that my anger can burn against them.

My God, why does your anger burn against your people?

The ones you brought out of Egypt, with great power and a strong hand.

Why should the Egyptians say he brought them out only to kill them in the mountains and erase them from the earth?

Turn from your fierce anger. Relent this disaster, you plan for your own. Remember your servants, Abraham, Isaac, Israel.

You swore to them. I will make your offspring as numerous as the stars and give them this land to

inherit forever. Do you remember? Moses marched down and shoved his way through the crowd.

He stepped up to the altar and peered down at the pathetic golden idol they had made for themselves.

Moses spat on it.

People gasped, earning them another violent shout from Moses.

He held up the idol to then.

So, this is what you replaced the Lord with? A three-foot-tall cow?

The god who parted seas and sent fire down from heaven replaced by a bovine that can fit in a child's map sap.

You know how they get when they're anxious.

They came to me saying,

make gods for us to lead us,

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