It's March again, and it is the height of my stressful and demanding time for my business managing sports officials. Too little time + too much to do + my too little brain puts me in a 'can't see the trees from the forest' mode. It's crazy busy even without trying to do any Back Pew cartooning.
So easy for me to forget the blessings of this life and focus on the stress of the moment feeling like it will last forever even though in reality it is just a couple bad weeks. My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?
The more things change, the more they stay the same.. Remember the stories from the book of Exodus where the children of Israel after God miraculously delivered his people from slavery in Egypt concluding with them crossing the Red Sea on dry land.
Their 'exodus' from Egypt filled with miracles, signs, and wonders by the very hand of God was lost on them as they wind up whining in the wilderness. Their faces were long, and their memories were short. Oh sure God parted the Red Sea so we would not be killed, BUT what has he done for them lately? I WANNA GO BACK TO EGYPT! was the cry throughout the land.
When I was younger reading this story of God's deliverance I sometimes shook my head thinking how sad they had such little faith, and such short memories. I would NEVER be so ungrateful..BUT.. upon further review.. I think I would fit right in. While I would like to say I would be Moses right hand man, I more likely would have been the guy crossing the Red Sea wearing water wings, and a floatation device nabbed back at the Nile YMCA.
I can't do it.. I don't want to do it. Where is God? Can't he see I am unhappy? Can't he see my pouty face? Those are my complaints even though my plight is very mild and short when compared to fleeing from men chasing me in chariots wanting to kill me.
WRITE IT ON A ROCK..
Years ago I heard a sermon at church where our pastor gave the instruction.. To take note of when God answers your prayers in both big and small ways... and WRITE IT ON A ROCK. Meaning make a permanent record of God's providence in our lives to remind us when we are in 'trees from forest mode.'
Again, by comparison my temporary March Madness pales with the Exodus story, but the same promise of God holds true both in the day of Moses and today. His providence in grand and small ways are equally significant. I pray that we do not lose sight of this truth when the going gets tough and we want to get going.
The mutterings on life and faith by cartoonist Jeff Larson