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| Jan Havicksz c.1660 |
These are some reflections I gleaned this morning while reading Psalm 78 (especially verses 18-24 ).
We are just like Israel, whose greatest temptation in the desert land was to test God. We are like them when we are led by the Spirit to the wilderness and found ourselves starting to demand from Him food, pleasures, and the same kind of satisfactions that the world, in which we were once enslaved, offers us. It is that longing in our heart, deep within, that rebels in the quiet, and speaks against God saying, “Can God spread a table in the wilderness?” that reveals our sin.
See what is there? We doubt God’s goodness, His sovereignty, His promises. We start craving for the world because the satisfaction it offers is immediate. We forget that even in the wilderness He sustains his own. We forget that He has said that we are engraved in the palm of His hand, and that we are the apple of His eye.
How can we forget that He has already provided Jesus, the Living Water, so that we won’t thirst anymore? Our Lord Jesus was struck on the cross just as the rock in the desert and life, living water, gushed out and streams overflowed. Why do we long to drink water from broken cisterns, from poisoned rivers?
How can we forget that Jesus himself said that He is the Bread of Life? How can we long for something else? Only He has words of eternal life. Only when we come to Him and eat at his table is that we will be truly satisfied. Only and only then.
How easily it is for us to stop believing in God and in His saving power. He will never, never, never let His people die in the wilderness. Never.
The Lord is our Shepherd,
we shall not want.
The Lord is our Father,
we shall never be abandoned.
The Lord is our Life,
we shall not die.
The Lord is our Hope,
we shall not despair.
The Lord is our Refuge,
we shall not fear.
Come to the table, grab your bible, read it, mediate on it, pray over it. It is food to your soul, medicine to your bones. Goodness and life. It is Living Water, come drink, my friend, and thirst no more.
Becky
Daily On My Way to Heaven 
Beautiful words…
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Beautiful, Becky! How often we forget what Christ has already done. I read about the children of Israel in the OT and often think to myself, how could they…! But before I can even finish to be thoroughly outraged, I see my own sin. It is the same sin! I too forget how God has already delivered me! I too forget His promises! Love you, my friend!
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Becky,
A good word…thank you.
Jojo
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