Monday, August 20, 2012

I'm an Israelite.


Then all the congregation lifted up their voices and cried, and the people wept that night. All the sons of Israel grumbled against Moses and Aaron; and the whole congregation said to them, “Would that we had died in the land of Egypt! Or would that we had died in this wilderness!Why is the Lord bringing us into this land, to fall by the sword? Our wives and our little ones will become plunder; would it not be better for us to return to Egypt?” So they said to one another, “Let us appoint a leader and return to Egypt.”

-Numbers 14:1-4

One of our new pastors at church preached about this on Sunday.  He talked about how the Israelites had forgotten where they came from.  In this passage, they were crying because they were afraid to enter the promised land.  They told themselves that the people in the land were too big, that it wasn't worth it.  Quite simply, they were saying that God didn't know what he was doing.  

Reading this, I can get pretty frustrated with the people's attitudes.  Yes, it seems like a big job, but God just freed you from the most powerful nation on earth!  The ruler of that nation gave up when faced with the mighty power of the Lord.  How can they say such a thing?  

Then it hit me.  I'm an Israelite.  Many times, including two specific times this summer, I have said very similar things to God.  I asked, "Why did God bring me here, only to have me fail?  or  Why did God bring them into my life only to take them away again?"  In my small, human view of things, sometimes I questioned Him, asking if it would have been better for me not to have gone.  Would it have been better not to have met them?  

Just like the Israelites, I forgot how great God is.  While He saved them from the Egyptians, He saved me from death.  While He freed them from slavery, He freed me from sin.  I can imagine God shaking His head when we ask these questions.  So often I forget that I can only see a tiny piece of the big picture, while He can see it all.  

It all comes down to trust.  Do I really trust Him?  
I would answer in the words of  Mark 9:24:

"I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief."

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