Forty years, with one menu
As the Israelites waited on God
They wandered through wilderness desert
While God slowly removed their facade
The false self they had been presenting
Of shifting allegiance like sands
Giving their loyalty to who has the power
Even after receiving commands
When God seemed aware, they would worship
When He seemed silent, they too
It may seem cruel, but over time
They learned patterns of what they should do.
Work together as a people for six days
On the seventh, they were to rest.
To stay in their homes, and take a moment
To thank God for how they’d been blessed.
Not busy themselves with production
Or finding their worth in their work
Today we have the same struggle
And feel our duties we’d shirk
Surely we should still be useful
We should do things, and serve with our time
But God still invites us to sabbath
To step down from the mountains we climb
Which is why we relive the forty
In whatever ways we may choose
To rediscover the moments of His presence
Where we’re invited to remove our shoes.
Scripture is filled with stories galore
To help us be people of faith.
Testimonies of those gone before
The ways God has kept His sheep safe.
But stories are told by those holding the pens
And it’s not hard to see what that means
When given the story of what happens
We should wonder about behind the scenes
One of the greatest examples of this
We find as Gods people wandered
They hungered and thirsted for water and bread
And in hardening hearts they pondered:
“Would it have been better to die as a slave?
At least we knew we could eat!
Our value was only in making the bricks,
But at least they gave us some meat!”
They shook fists at God, angered and mad
Afraid on this path they would die
In scripture we’re told to have faith like a child
And here we discover just why
While all of the people were shaking their fists
Saying “with God in charge we’ll be dead!”
There was a girl praying, so hungry inside,
Saying, “God, what if you made it rain bread?”
thinking fast – i open another window
not to the fresh air, but a fresh page – words yet unwritten
kids chasing the kitten down the hall, himself chasing a ball
and through it all i have this moment
coffee cooling, cider still, donuts and the chill
of the crisp autumn air enters through the windows already opened
the early moments of a new day, unshaped clay
before even the kids say “what will be?”
we have yet to see, not anxiously awaiting
but allowing this moment to stretch
etching words of His on mind and heart
the best way to start each day
with a moment.