Sometimes when I think about this blog and writing, I think about manna.
Manna was the bread that the Israelites ate during their forty years in the wilderness. It was one of the ways that God provided for them, proving to them that he was aware of their needs.
They weren’t sure they could trust him. He had brought them out of Egypt “with a mighty hand and an outstretched arm.” But a few months later, when they surveyed their destination, they were terrified at the size of the occupants. They started wandering for forty years. Until the doubting generation was gone and a new generation could learn that God can provide.
God’s basic way of teaching them to trust him wasn’t the massive miracles. It was with shoes that didn’t wear out and with daily bread.
Right after their journey started, when they needed a regular supply of food, God provided them with quail and manna every day, protein and carbs, to supplement the mutton and milk from their herds. And then, after they turned from the promised land, he kept providing daily bread. Whether they were happy or annoyed, enamored with God or indifferent, there was manna. For forty years, there was manna.
//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.jsI understand that they may have gotten bored with the same daily food. But they had it. Even though they distrusted God’s leading, they had daily bread. Even when they forgot the source, they had daily bread.
Likely, many of them remembered that this bread came from God. Every day they remembered that they were dependent. Each day, for a day, he provided.
When Jesus taught the disciples to pray, his outline included a request for daily bread. It’s not a metaphor. We need to eat. And it probably doesn’t hurt for us to ask.