There are two things in today’s reading that, when set up against each other, strike me as being quite ironic. I often shake my head when reading passages such as these, and chuckle to myself, knowing all to well that I tend to be just like the Israelites.
The first this we read today is how, at the will and movement of God in the cloud, the people of Israel made camp or packed up and got ready to move. For all we know this cloud/pillar of fire as been with the people since they went out of Egypt almost two years ago. I think the only exception to this would have been the time that they were camped at Mount Sinai, when the presence of the Lord could be clearly seen and heard on top of the mountain. All of that time, perhaps maybe 6 months, they were camped at the base of that mountain, offering things for the building of God’s dwelling place, and hearing the Word of the Lord spoken through Moses. They even agreed that they would follow all the ways of the Lord as He had prescribed.
Fast forward to what we just read… the people have just celebrated the Passover, remembering all that God had done for them in bringing them out of Egypt… and immediately they start to complain… about how much better it was in Egypt just because they got what they wanted… Meat. God has been giving them mana every day, sustaining them as they were in the wilderness. He has shown His power to them and even His forgiveness after the whole golden calf debacle. Yet still they complain, so much so that God anger is kindled against them! Foolish Israelites… we would never do such things now days.
Or would we? I think about this story in relation to my own life and wonder if I would have been one of the complainers, or if I would have been one of the content people (if there were in fact any of them in the whole camp). I’ve seen God do some amazing things in my life. I’ve seen how He has guided me and have received His forgiveness a hundred times over… yet I wonder, “Do I too often complain about my place in life?” I am certainly more well off than anyone in this nation of nomads. Perhaps there is a lesson here in contentment, and in thankfulness. It is interesting, the name that is given to the place where they eat meat and then God sends a plague: Kibroth-hattaavah. This name means “graves of craving” or “graves of lust.” Somewhat appropriate I think, but I wonder if there isn’t something in that name that would apply to us as well. Do we get caught in the desire to always want more, to never be content? While I wouldn’t want to slice any Bible reading down to a simple morality lesson… I do wonder what our cravings, our lusts, or discontentment is doing to us… giving us life? or digging our grave?
