Manna must have lacked substance or flavor.
According to Exodus 16: 31 it was white like coriander seed and tasted like wafers made with honey.
It may not have been chocolate cake but it wasn’t Brussels sprouts either. Considering the first time the Israelites found it, they didn’t know what it was. Moses had to tell them it was “food from Heaven” God sent them.
Now in Numbers 11: 8 the people gathered the manna and beat it, ground it or baked it. Using their creative talents allowed this food some versatility.
Sounds like a “meal made in Heaven,” not too heavy but healthy.
After a while, who knows how long, weeks, months or years they began remembering the aroma coming from their kitchens in Egypt.
Numbers 11: 5 memories of fish, cucumbers, melons, garlic, leeks and onions began to cause their mouths to water for fresh foods they ate freely in the “land of slavery.”
Now I must admit that eating the exact same food for 40 years could get a little boring, old and tasteless even with the “best chefs” from the tribes preparing it.
Pondering the gifts of God, his omniscient, omnipotent and omnipresent abilities you would think he could come up with gourmet food every day.
Imagine plates of fresh cooked veggies perfectly seasoned to Emeril Lagasse’s taste. Add to that baked salmon, chicken or red meat of some variety (unless you are a vegetarian) plus a luscious Apple Pie with Vanilla Ice Cream or a 3 layer Coconut Cake.
What if the Israelites could order their own meals in advance? What if God allowed them to choose from the same menu the Angels used?
How exciting would it be to look up to see your “hearts desire” of the freshest foods in the world falling before your feet?
But……there is really something to be said for being thankful. Knowing this 40 year long trek was originally meant for 11 days wakes one up to realize moaning and groaning isn’t worth it.
Do you believe God sent them manna over and over as long as they continued to complain?
As if the trip wasn’t already a consequence their sour attitudes may have condemned them to manna.
God enlisted their seasons of “pouting” and self-pity to many more years on the road to Paradise.
Somehow, I can’t imagine God enjoying a grown man who pouts. This self-inducing platform of “I deserve better than this” is a requiem for a violin.
I am not picking on men here, but let’s reference Adam. He had the choice of whether to indulge his sense of taste or not. Eve didn’t force him; he allowed the temptation to get the best of him.
Yet, later when God arrives on the scene and asks why they were hiding? What does Adam do?
Pouts that Eve gave him the apple. You know the “she made me eat it” pity party. If I had been Eve, Adam wouldn’t gotten a good slap upside the head with that one.
Crying over spilled milk, not getting our way or what we want are the works of fools. The “ties that bind” the nagging souls are left waiting in the wings of hostile takeovers. In other words the suffering consequences aren’t worth how juvenile and ridiculous one looks while the cracked doors of evil slip through.
Whining and complaining separate us from God.
And from each other.
The answer: grow up and learn to be more like Jesus.
Philippians 2: 5 “You must have the same attitude that Christ Jesus had.”
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