On Sunday morning I was reading in my Chronological
Bible. I’m at the point where David has
been fleeing from King Saul, and the editors have incorporated some of the
Psalms into the narrative portions. I
always love this part. The Psalms take
on new meaning in their context. Imagine
David holed up in a cave, fleeing from Saul, lifting up to Jehovah his fears
and worries, and ultimately his hope and confidence in Him (Psalms 57 and 142).
Yesterday I read Psalm 78, which is a psalm of Asaph,
describing part of the history of the Israelites, including their failure to
trust in God in the desert. A couple of
the verses really hit hard:
“They [the Israelites] spoke against God;
they said, “Can God really
spread a table in the wilderness?
True, he struck the rock,
and water gushed out,
streams flowed abundantly,
but can he also give us bread?
Can he supply meat for his people?”
they said, “Can God really
spread a table in the wilderness?
True, he struck the rock,
and water gushed out,
streams flowed abundantly,
but can he also give us bread?
Can he supply meat for his people?”
(Psalm 78:19-20)
The Israelites had witnessed a miracle in
the desert, water from solid rock. But,
they continued to grumble, questioning whether or not God could continue to
meet their needs.
The next verses are understandable but not
comfortable. God gets angry. Furious.
The Israelites did not trust in Him to provide and God shows His
displeasure with them in powerful ways.
Do I, too, make God angry with my constant whining? How many times has He provided a miracle in
my life? How many times has water gushed
out of a rock, allowing me to drink deeply?
I thought my thirst was going to be the death of me, and then, water,
cool and sweet, poured out of solid rock.
I praised God for His goodness and provision.
But time passes. A new fear or challenge comes along. I get to thinking that it’s been a while since
I’ve seen something amazing happen. The
water is long gone and now my tummy has started to rumble. I get hungry.
So hungry.
Like the Israelites, I start to wonder, Can
God really give me bread? And, some meat
would be pretty great, too. But, I’m not
sure… it’s been a while, and this is much more than a bit of thirst. Can God really spread a table? After all, the wilderness I’m in is vast.
Asaph goes on verse after verse describing
how God was faithful to provide, but Israel kept on sinning. That God showed His righteous anger at their
disbelief, but how they still sinned. I’ve
never seen literal water gush from a literal rock, but I cannot deny the
blessings of God in my life. There have
been miracles, abundant miracles.
The psalm ends with the hope that came with
the new king, King David. As we know, David
would mess up, and big time. He was also
a man after God’s own heart. And, from
him would come a King who would never fail.
A King who would be tempted in every way we have been, but would not
sin.
I’m so thankful for God’s love and mercy. That when I turn from my sin and confess my
failure to trust Him, He is faithful to forgive.
But, I’m tired of needing to ask for that forgiveness. I’m tired of my whining. I’m tired of saying, True, You have done
amazing things, but can You also do this?
Forgive me, Father, for being like the Israelites. Forgive me for acting as if You have reached
Your miracle-limit. Forgive me for how
quickly I begin to doubt and whine.
Thank you for Your love and forgiveness.
Thank you for Your Word, which pierces my heart and draws me to You.
True, You have caused water to gush from the rock, and Yes,
You are really able to spread a table in the wilderness. You invite me to that table, to join in a
banquet with You. May I sit and eat and
remember Your goodness. Today, and
tomorrow and forever.
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