Did Moses have ulcers? I mean, he must have, right?

Leading a nation of grumblers through a desert for 40 years would give anyone a lifetime prescription of antacids, not to mention a therapist on call all the time.

But no. He didn’t. The man lived to 120. And not bedridden in some tent with Miriam or Zipporah taking his blood pressure thrice a day. No sir. Scripture says, “His eye was not dim, nor his strength abated.” Which makes me squint through my own bifocals even after a cataract surgery and ask, “What vitamins was he on?”

Because let’s face it—Moses didn’t have it easy. Every other day the Israelites were moaning about the menu. “No meat, Moses.” “Too much manna, Moses.” “We miss Egypt, Moses.” You’d think he was a tour operator with a tourist package gone wrong.

And poor Moses had no HR to file complaints with. Just a burning bush and a cloud.

But here’s the catch—Moses had something most of us don’t. No, not a rod that could turn into a snake. He had faith. A stubborn, mountain-moving, Red Sea-parting kind of faith.

The sort that lets you sleep soundly while others toss and turn with ulcers, palpitations, and 24-hour ECG machines stuck to their chest.

Today, I see modern men of God—pastors, priests, reverends—blessed with theological degrees, and excellent choir acoustics. Yet, they seem weighed down. “Father’s gone in for a stent,” I hear. “Pastor collapsed after the fifth counseling session.”

Even the Sunday School teacher has anxiety over budget meetings.

And I don’t blame them. Today’s flock doesn’t just cry about manna. They come filled with marital woes, rebellious teenagers, housing loans, and peer group dread. And a congregation of walking, talking complaint boxes. If Moses had Facebook, his wall would’ve been covered in angry emoji reactions and ‘Bring Back Pharaoh’ slogans and posts.

But listen, —Moses did hear every problem. He dealt with rebellion, betrayal, even sibling rivalry.

Yet no ulcers. Why?

Because every time a crisis came, he went to God. Not Google Search. Not ten WhatsApp groups of prayer warriors. Not to a committee but straight to the Source.

And once he handed over the problem, he left it there.

Unlike us. We hand over our stress to God and then snatch it back like a dog guarding its bone.

We pray, “Lord, take it,” and then spend the night working on plan B, C, and D.

Maybe it’s time we took a leaf from Moses’ book: Hand it over and leave it there. Believe that God works. Not when the ulcer symptoms are showing, but before it even thinks of arriving.

Because faith, real faith, doesn’t just move mountains. It keeps your blood pressure in check. And yes, gives you the strength to lead your own little flock through life—ulcer-free.

But also remember, absolute trust, comes with knowing you are also absolutely obeying God in all areas of your life, so if you have ulcers, are you?

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