“He made him ride in the heights of the earth,
That he might eat the produce of the fields;
He made him draw honey from the rock,
And oil from the flinty rock;
Curds from the cattle, and milk of the flock,
With fat of lambs;
And rams of the breed of Bachan, and goats,
With the choicest wheat;
And you drank wine, the blood of the grapes.
But Jeshurun grew fat and kicked;
You grew fat, you grew thick,
You are obese!
Then he forsook God who made him,
And scornfully esteemed the Rock of his salvation.
They provoked Him to jealousy with foreign gods;
With abominations they provoked Him to anger.
They sacrificed to demons, not to God,
To gods they did not know,
To new gods, new arrivals
That your fathers did not fear.
Of the Rock who begot you, you are unmindful,
And have forgotten the God who fathered you.”
Oddly, I was randomly flipping through my Bible (I always find good stuff when I do that) and I came to this passage, which addresses the very topic, in detail, of my previous post.
Moses, in the passage, is singing his last sermon, a warning to the Israelites not to repeat their mistakes.
The passage is pretty self-explanatory.
The people were idiots, God got mad. This happens a LOT in the Bible.
But this passage struck me, in the way Moses says, “You grew fat, you grew thick, you are obese!”
“Too much fast-food,” he’s saying. “You’re all a bunch of fatsos!”
But, in a wrap-up of this two-part study, that’s the perfect way of describing us.
We’re spoiled-rotten brats. That’s what’s happened to us. We’re just like the Iraelites, spoiled with all their faith-sapping manna from heaven — thick-headed and obese.
Would miracles make things any different? Or, HAVE miracles made us like this, all the miracles we explain away?
Just something to chew on.
A happy note, I know. 😀