One of the messages from this passage from the Book of Numbers is easily summarized: God does not like whiners. God had just led the people of Israel out of slavery in Egypt when they started whining about where they ended up, in a land where there was little vegetation and no visible source of water. In response, God told Moses to strike a rock and water poured out of it, but God was not too happy about it and said, in essence, “This group of whiners is never going to make it to the Promised Land.”The candles I set on the table yesterday are broken pieces today. I'm only awake right now because I have had my coffee. Yet I have these amazing kids that are such a gift. One is learning to read and the other is learning to be a friend. They are both trying to figure out who they are in the world. Aren't we all? Copenhaver ends his devotion with the following prayer. God, please hear my complaints when life is difficult, but, dear God, please don’t let me become a whiner. Instead, trace my heart with gratitude. Amen.
God doesn’t always expect us to be cheery. In fact, it is evident from scripture that God welcomes lament and even complaint as legitimate responses to the hardships of life. The difference is that whiners always find a way to whine, regardless of circumstances.
They tell a story in Vermont about a farmer who always moaned about his crop yields. Every harvest seemed to fall short. Then, one year, after a spectacular bumper crop, a fellow farmer said, “Well, even you will have to admit that this was a good year.” To which the whining farmer replied, “Yes, but terribly hard on the soil.”
Whiners always fine reason to whine. And those whose lives are marked by gratitude always find reason to give thanks. It is clear which kind of person God expects us to be.
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1 comment:
Loved your insight. I think God is pleased by gratitude given after picking up the broken pieces of dishes, candles, and our days.
I often think of my mom's comment the day she died during Holy Week many years ago. She had broken a couple of ribs in a fall a few days before and was in great pain. Rather than whine & complain (which she had full right to do) she said to me, "The pain makes me think about Jesus. I think about him all the time." She was grateful even in the face of pain. Three hours later she was with Jesus.
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