This post will be short. Thoughts shallow. Words honest.
I read the old testament and so often I want to grab the people of Israel by the neck and shake them. They are quick to forget all that God had done for them and how he delivered them time and time again. It’s so frustrating to watch them walk away time and time again.
It hasn’t even been a week since Passion and I find myself upset, heart breaking, & a few tears trickling down my face. all because some stupid tv show had a funeral on it. The main character wrestling with the words to say at the service. It felt like I snapped right back to where I was before. I hate this! Its a stupid TV show!!
I feel like Israel I’ve forgotten so quickly. Maybe the pain is deeper than I want to admit, but I don’t want to dwell here. The taste of freedom was so sweet and I want it to linger on my lips longer than it did. I don’t want to forget like them- I want to be better than that. Jesus came so that we can overcome but I keep running back just like Israel did.
I guess I’m starting to understand that the people of Israel weren’t as stupid as I thought. They were just humans granted much needed grace from the Divine.
….so much for a short post.
Tags: Forgetting, honesty
God consistently reminder Israel to remember. There were annual celebrations, piles of rocks in specific locations, rainbows, bread and wine… Perhaps for you the Ebeneezer is a caramel macchiato or a fountain. But both of those would be symbols of grace. And the grace is what really needs to be remembered, tasted, lived.
My $.02
reminded*