My feet are sore, so much walking and I have no shoes. Walking on the desert sand with blistered feet, I can think of nothing more painful. At least in Egypt I had shoes.
I scan my setting, three children lay napping before me. I am glad they are sleeping. I try so hard to stay cheerful for them, but they have long ago given up also. Who could blame us? No shelter from this blazing heat and so much, so much walking.
We had been slaves. In those days, one thing was talked about: freedom. But was this what we had long desired?
When the plagues cursed Egypt, we praised God for his mighty deliverance, for fighting and persevering for us. Miriam led us in a song of thanksgiving. But I have quit singing and the tune is no longer heard. A new voice rises, a song of complaint. A song of entitlement. The voice of ME.
We were hungry. Did we not think of food as we marched away from Egypt? God had provided manna. Sweet manna from Heaven. The clouds were raining food. But I have grown tired of manna. I want meat.
And when we were hungry, God provided fresh water from a rock. I have seen miracles with my own eyes. But that was yesterday. God, do you care about me today? Here is what I want today. Today.
We look back and we condemn them, the Israelites. They had seen the mighty hand of God. They walked on dry land through the Red Sea as the waters raised high above them but did not obey gravity. They had been delivered from bondage, provided food, and they still wanted more. But the tale lives on.
Just a few hundred years ago, America won an impossible war. We gained independence from the most powerful country in the world. Our forefathers gaining the freedom of religion, freedom of speech, the pursuit of happiness, the American Dream. Miracles all around us, delivering and providing. But they are miracles of yesterday. It is not enough.
We want riches at no cost. We sin demanding no consequence. Comfort is supreme God. How dare anyone speak truth! There is no God that provides or loves or cares but He is to be blamed for any hurt or destruction.
We mock them and we condemn them as we live luxurious lives, crying out once again to see a miracle from the God we doubt.