Our women’s study is currently working through the book of Exodus. This week we read about all the grumbling going on by the Israelite people in the wilderness. (Exodus 16) One month after the dramatic parting of the Red Sea and deliverance from slavery, they looked back at the good old days in Egypt with nostalgia. “There we sat around pots of meat…” So when the food supply ran out, the grumbling began. They grumbled against Moses and accused him of leading them out into the desert to starve them all to death. But God heard all the complaining and took it personally. Moses told the people, “You are not grumbling against us, but against the Lord.”
After coming down pretty hard on those wilderness wanderers, I began to wonder if I ever grumbled. If? Boy, was I in for a rude awakening. The experiment began as I heard PB’s alarm go off at 4:45 a.m. Now, I’m an early riser, but my hubby’s Friday morning routine is too extreme even for me. Grumble. An hour later, I went into the bathroom to find the toilet paper roll was empty. Grumble. When I came out to the kitchen, my son’s midnight snack debris was all over the counter. Grumble.
The toaster was set too high and my english muffin burned…..the dishwasher needed unloading……one of the socks I put on had a hole in it……grumble, grumble, grumble. And I hadn’t even left the house yet. Oh my. Oh my goodness. I wasn’t even close to being without food and water in the middle of a desert. And was God taking my complaints to heart? Are my murmurings, when I come right down to it, really a way to gripe against the One who is supposed to be in charge of the world?
Try it. I dare you. Keep track of how many times you grumble for a day. Then try walking around in a desert for 40 years.