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We are practically slaves to our own whims and desires.* |
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Once in awhile, during the
summer, our parents would take my brother and me to the “root beer stand” after
church on Sunday night. They always ordered us a small mug each, no matter how
much we begged for a larger one. One time we got to go there with out-of-town
relatives and they let us get whatever size mug we wanted. Afterwards, I felt
like I was going to explode and my brother claimed to feel the same way.
Getting what we wanted didn’t make us as happy as we thought it would.
I’m not much to complain
about a free meal that I didn’t have to cook but I might have been whining right
along with the people of Israel over having to eat manna meal after meal day
after day. It doesn’t sound appetizing: it was like coriander seed and looked
like resin; they ground it or crushed it; cooked it in a pot or made it into
cakes. There is no mention of seasoning. There is also no mention of gratitude
for the Lord’s provision. They were in the desert where, left to their own
devices, they would have had to settle for what they could snag for themselves.
Lizards and snakes. Birds, maybe. God gave them manna every day – all they had
to do was get up every morning and gather it.
After listening to the
people’s complaints, the Lord had to listen to Moses’ complaints about their complaints.
So God said, “Let them eat meat.” They were going to eat meat until it came out
of their noses. It was a plague of quail. As someone has observed, “In time you
may come to hate what you thought you had to have.”*
The moral of this story:
Don’t make God mad. Be grateful for his provision. Don’t whine about how good
you had it back in the days when you were a slave. Be careful what you wish for
– even more careful what you ask God for.
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We are a people obsessed with having our individual needs met, and we have become indoctrinated with the belief that it is our right to have things our way.* |