I’ve been thinking about manna lately. I’ve been thinking that if I’d been an Israelite wandering in the desert, I would have been one of the people who compulsively gathered more than the daily allotment.
You see, I like the concept of trusting God for my daily needs more than I like the reality of it. My attitude is more like, “OK, Lord, I can deal with this. Just send me a couple of cases of manna, and I’ll take it from there.” What I really want from God is the tools to run my own life.
I do realize that it was people like me who delayed the whole tribe of Israel for 40 long years. You see, it will probably take me that long to accept that turning to God daily for everything is a real goal, not an abstraction. So I pray:
Let me be content with manna, Lord. Even if it comes in small quantities. Even if I’m tired of it. Even—no, especially—if it’s your will, instead of mine.
