What if life is built on the wrong foundation?

Kheti and his family have farmed papyrus along the Nile for generations. He's confident the gods of Egypt and the harmony maintained by the divine Pharaoh are the sources of his prosperity. Then he watches his beloved river turn to blood, his crops fail, and his nation descend into chaos.

The Hebrew God wants his people released from slavery.

When the gods remain silent, and Pharaoh is powerless to stop the carnage, Kheti wrestles with which way to turn. Replant his flattened crops and cling to Egypt's gods? Or forsake his roots to follow new friends and a new faith to a distant land?

Could there be a place in God's family for an Egyptian who kept God's people as slaves?