The message this past weekend at church was about the part of Exodus immediately before God parted the Red Sea. The entire Israelite people–about two million, give or take, were literally stuck between a rock (the Egyptian army) and a hard place (the Red Sea). And they were there because God told them to go there.
Take a second to understand, these weren’t todays Israelis. They didn’t have fighter jets, a modern army, and a survival-based instinct to kick the crap out of whoever messed with them. They were a people who’d been enslaved for hundreds of years. They were barely self-sufficient, let alone ready to take on a powerful army. By any reasonable standard, they were screwed.
As armies tend to do when their adversary is powerless, the Egyptian army attacked. So God told the Israelites to run toward the water.
If that were me, my response would be something close to, “Come again?”
God told these people to do the equivalent of running as hard as they could at a brick wall and trust that it would be okay. I don’t have that kind of faith. I’d point out that there’s a brick wall (or a sea) there and maybe it’s time to try to pursue the least awful option.
Last week, I had a Fibro flare. And it’s almost go-live time on a major project at work and there was more than a typical level of stress. I had to tough it out. It was hard and I was relatively bitchy about everything. With the exception of one morning, there was no running.
Though I figured I’d probably be fine in a few days, there’s always the fear that it’ll stick that way. I’ve read about people who have bad cases of Fibro. It’s a hellish way to live, so I’m worried about that future. I didn’t trust in anything except the end of the week, and it was a hard path there.
It’s customary among Christians to look at the Israelites’ or disciples’ legions of screw ups and smugly declare that those guys were morons. But we have the advantage of knowing the rest……….of the story. It’s easier not to worry about the scary parts when you know the end.
I ran five miles this morning, but I’m not completely out of the woods yet. And I could crash again at any time. And work’s not getting any easier, at least for the next couple weeks.
So I start the day thinking about the Israelites and their faith when they faced a fate more dire than a potential crappy week at work. God told them to run at a brick wall and they did–and it worked for them.
I don’t know what this week will bring. It could be a cakewalk. It could be a crash. It could be anything in between.
But if God had the Israelites run at a brick wall and worked that out, I’m pretty sure he can get me through a week of work, even if there’s Fibro complications.
God’s been bailing my butt out consistently for <cough cough> years. There’s no reason to think this week will be different.