The Israelites and I both suffer from selective memory, and I want to talk about it before I forget. Before we get there, though, I want to give you some backstory.
The Israelites were God’s chosen people. They had been enslaved in Egypt for four hundred years, and then God used Moses to bring them out of captivity and towards their promised land.
Along the way, God worked some amazing signs and wonders. He brought the ten plagues on the Egyptians, who had hundreds of thousands of slaves. He parted the Red Sea/Sea of Reeds. He appeared to the Israelites as fire and a pillar of smoke.
On the way to their promised new home, the Israelites did a lot of whining. They complained about being hungry, not having water, not having Moses around for a few days (even though they didn’t even LIKE Moses), etc.
God provided for all of their needs. For food, he provided them with little flakes called manna that appeared on the ground every morning. It tasted like honey. There was always enough for everyone to eat and be full. (Exodus 16)
But, listen to what the Israelites are saying in Numbers 21:5…
We hate this wretched manna!
Wow. When I read that verse, it made me so mad. These people were enslaved for generations, God himself brings them out, provides everything they need, is trying to put them in the promised land, and that’s their reply: We hate this wretched manna.
I thought about it for a minute, and decided that I act the same way. God has surrounded me with blessings of all kinds. A wonderful circle of family and friends, a great dog, provision for all of our material needs, health, etc. My usual response – “I can’t believe starting a business is so hard, I can’t believe traffic in this amazing city is delaying me by ten minutes, I can’t believe this person in my life accidentally said something that hurt my feelings, I can’t believe the God that saved me isn’t providing me with the answer I currently want…” I hate this wretched manna.
I hope that when we have kids, they don’t complain as much as I do.
Anyway, I just wanted to post this as a monument to my selective memory. Maybe now that it’s up for the world to see, I’ll remember to not be such a jackass.