I have a problem with the concept of “enough.” I usually don’t trust that enough is REALLY enough — as an old friend put it, “Only too much is enough.”
However, that doesn’t seem to be the way it works in God’s economy. The Israelites in the desert couldn’t warehouse the manna — they had to trust that there would be enough for today, and that tomorrow there would be enough for tomorrow. I can imagine that my control-freak self would have had a little teeny problem with that.
So God keeps trying, gently, to teach me the lessons of trust I need to learn. And I keep saying, “Great, thanks, I’ll get back to you on that” and busily gathering the manna scraps, even though experience tells me that they will be weevilly in the morning. If I quit gathering — worrying — what will I do then? I’d like to be as calm and quiet and accepting as Mary at Jesus’ feet. Instead, I’m Martha-ing away in the kitchen, grumbling and complaining and feeling all ugly and left out. It sucks.
Right there with you . . ,
Peace,
Milton
don't eat alone
April 24th, 2008
I rationalize mine, that for every manna in the desert, evolution and history has a hundred cases where a bit of hording, a pack rat midden stash in the cupboard has saved the day. It is interesting (IMHO) to see the fascination of young children with containers, gathering and putting in/taking out…I think there is a human characteristic almost as powerful as the circuits that cause language learning that supports the near obsession with collecting and containers. Yet another separation from most of the animal kingdoms.
L DeGroff
April 28th, 2008
You, me, and every other person in the first world.
real live preacher
April 30th, 2008