Yesterday I read story about craving, whining, and indulging that ended badly for the Israelites after their emancipation from Egypt. In the interest of brevity, allow me to paraphrase Numbers 11:

One day at a time, God provided the recently freed slaves a mysterious, sweet, cereal-like granule called “manna” which means “what is it?” (Some presume this substance was the physical materialization of the Word of God, or the Bread of Life itself.) Some malcontents among them grew tired of the life-sustaining food and began to whine for meat. God announced that he had heard enough of their belly-aching, and promised to get them some. When they doubted Him, He responded, “Is the LORD’s arm too short?” and warned that they would be eating meat until they loathed it and it came out of their nostrils. God delivered on His promise, sweeping massive numbers of quail into their easy reach and, while the greedy were stuffing their faces, before they could even pick their teeth clean, God “burned with anger” and struck them with a plague. The land where this happened was thereafter called, “Kibroth Hattaavah,” which means “graves of craving,” because of the multitude of greedy, whining, self-serving, malcontented overeaters who died that day.

I learned a few lessons in reading the account of these events. The phrases, “Is the LORD’s arm too short?” and “graves of craving,” give me two living points: 1) my cravings will lead me to my grave; and 2) God is able to do all I can imagine and more. It’s Step One and Two, right out of the Pentateuch! The even greater moral is that I should trust God to provide for me and find contentment with His provision.

“Give me neither poverty nor riches, but give me only my daily bread.” (Proverbs 30:8b)