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What to do while waiting on a generation of fighting men to die

It’s story time, my friends! As usual, I’ll midrash-style this little tale, mostly for entertainment purposes so you’ll keep reading and wondering what is next. What does that mean? I may add a few words and phrases for dramatic flare, but the verses you read are the real ones. 

If you were raised with any sort of Christian background, you’re probably familiar with Moses leading the Israelites* out of Egypt toward a Promised Land. They crossed the Red Sea and saw the whales in the water while they walked on dry land. Then God showed up by fire at night and a “pillar” by day and just walked them through the desert. What a wonderful story!  But have you ever spent much time on the ending of the story? It doesn’t put the Israelite nation in such good light, so it doesn’t get told quite as often.

So they reach the edge of the Land which God has promised. The directions have been that God would go before the Israelites to drive out the people currently living in their land of milk and honey. Before actually doing what God says,  they decide to send out a team to find out what is on the other side. Moses says in Deuteronomy 1:23, “the idea seemed good to me; so I selected 12 of you, one man from each tribe.”

Now, if you jump over to the book of Joshua, you get the whole scouting report. Essentially 10 of the 12 taking notes come home with a blank page other than the words “we’re screwed.” The other two, one being Moses’ protege, said, “um, I think we ought to do what God said to do.” However, no one followed those two out of the pep rally – the fighting men sat down and refused to go. The fear of the Israelites is a whole other commentary.

To say that God was slightly pissy is an understatement. Lots of resentment on both sides begins to brew. Some He Said/She Said, a few slammed doors and God declared (Deut. 1:35) “No one from this evil generation shall see the good land I swore to give your ancestors…” (He goes on to exclude Caleb and Joshua, the 2 guys with a positive attitude after the scouting report.) Then he tells them to gather their things, they are all heading back toward the Red Sea.

Much like my own children, the Israelites suddenly muster up some willingness. “We’ll go! We’re sorry! We promise! We’ll do whatever you say!” They gather their weapons thinking they can just go and take the land like they should have the first time. God warns them not too, but they go anyway. Poor choice #642 of the day leads to more dead Israelites.

So they head out toward the Red Sea, wandering around the hill country. Finally God starts to give some direction (2:4-5): “You are about to pass through the territory of your relatives the descendants of Esau, who live in Seir. They will be afraid of you, but be very careful. Do not provoke them to war, for I will not give you any of their land… I have given Esau the hill country of Seir as his own.”

Then they come up to another section of countryside. God says, “Do not harass the Moabites or provoke them to war, for I will not give you any part of their land. I have given Ar to the descendants of Lot as a possession.” We learn that the Emites used to live there, hefty people that were driven from the land by the Moabites.

Just like the Horites, who used to live in Seir, but Esau’s clan drove them out. Then a funny little quote in 2:12 – “[the descendants of Esau] destroyed the Horites from before them and settled in their place, just as Israel did in the land the Lord gave them as their possession.”

Huh. How about that. But wait, there’s more!

So God then tells the Israelites to take their tour across the valley. By this point the entire generation of fighting men had died. They  go to a part of Moab at Ar. (Ar. I know. The creativity of town naming must be exhausting. I would  imagine this would be a land of pirates, except that they’re in the middle of the desert.)

God begins to sound like a broken record. “When you come to the Ammonites, do not harass them or provoke them to war, for I will not give you possession of any land belonging to the Ammonites. I have given it as a possession to the decedents of Lot**.” Come to find out, The Rephaites used to live there, but “the Lord destroyed them from before the Ammonites, who drove them out and settled in their place.” (2:21)

Three different lands on this little Hall of Fame tour. All three lands have people living in them, people who have not always been there. God promised each of these peoples a land and then gave it to them. Now, that sounds familiar.

(Also – and we can’t spend too much time on this – we can note that many of these are enemies of the Israelites. Huh. How about that. God will bless people whom we do not like and are not like. Noted, and time to move on.)

This ain’t God’s first rodeo. He has done this before. Whatever “this” is in our lives, God has been there, done that. He has references. Call his people, they will tell you he can be trusted, and He does what he says He will do. You can even call people not like you, people you don’t like, and they will tell you what you need to hear.

God clearly knows my and your propensity to try to capitalize on other people’s promises. Every time they walked through another museum of God’s work, he warned them, “don’t even think about trying to take this. It’s not yours. It’s theirs.” God shows us his resume not so we can have what others have, but so we will trust as others have trusted. Their promises are not your promises. Stop trying to make yours what God promised to someone else.

God gives another chance. It takes 40 years waiting for the Sad Sally army men to die, but eventually God takes them back. Then Moses sits down to pen another 32 chapters of instructions in Deuteronomy before giving them a green light. And dying. Which I suppose is probably why Deuteronomy is such a book – if you knew you were going to die at the end, wouldn’t you keep coming up with mundane instructions?

So here we go, my friends. If God has promised it, you can believe it. Ask around. Look around. The evidence is probably in the neighbor’s yard.

 

 

*Chrome tells me that the plural of Israelite does not exist. How can this be? I just did the worst thing and simply added it to the dictionary instead of looking up proper usage. Sorry-not-sorry.

**Yes, Lot has a lot of descendants.

Shut the front door

We’ve never purchased those door locks that go on kitchen cabinets to keep toddlers out. Our current house came with a few in the bathroom and I find they really only frustrate me and seldom fend off a child. Instead, our approach has always been to try to teach, as the kids age, how to interact with our things. Currently Mr. M loves to open the cupboard doors to my small appliances and bang them shut. An annoyance, for sure. If we give him a few minutes, he’s usually over the entertainment and moves on. If he lingers, we send him toward the drawer filled with his own kitchen goods where he is welcome to play instead. We don’t lock the doors, we simply try to teach the children which ones are appropriate to open. 

Image via CC by www.geograph.org.uk

Image via CC by www.geograph.org.uk

So, as I’ve been mulling over the possibility needing to make a decision, the popular Christian notion of asking God to close doors has come into my path several times. Obviously, I welcome all of God’s power to do this, and perhaps that’s the course it will take. If an opportunity doesn’t make itself present, then I need not worry about “which door.”

Yet I’ve decided to do the work of wrestling while I wait. Perhaps the excessive mental work seems needless, but in honesty, I decided that my relationship with God is no longer at a toddler stage. By now he shouldn’t have to Michele-proof the doors but rather have taught me which ones are appropriate to open. With hope, if I’m tinkering in an unwanted area, I will bore of it in due time or otherwise God will remind me of where I’m welcome to play and keep me safe.

I’ve spent some time recently reading 1 Samuel, the story of the rise of King David – beginning way back when Israel had no king, then had the wrong king, and I’m currently in the part where David is escaping with his life from King Saul because everyone and his son knows that David will wear the crown before long.

In what appeared to be a boring chapter (23) of reconnaissance, I noticed the way in which David interacted with God and sought direction. David heard of a town under siege and asked God, “should I go defend it?” instead of waiting to be told. And God answered, yes. After he saved the town, Saul decided to corner him in the walled city. David heard about this and asked God if Saul was coming. God answered, yes. David asked if the city would hand him over to Saul. God answered, yes. So David fled the city.

David’s pattern of watching and listening to the world and then inquiring of God’s wisdom and will seems to be different than the pattern of sitting and waiting to hear God call out from the heavens, “Go!” After God confirmed that Saul was coming and the city would hand him over, David didn’t even inquire what to do – he simply left. He didn’t need God to tell him which door to open. God provided the information David needed to make a good (and life-saving!) decision.

God calls to each of us in different ways, and perhaps uniquely at different points in our life, which is to say that “shutting the door” is always a possibility. We can give God ultimate veto power. But is that what God wants of us? Is this the approach to living he desires? Is he content to mothering a toddler, still learning what she is allowed to play with or is there hope that we will someday reach adulthood and know where to find the blender and when when to put away the spices?

Perhaps the will of God isn’t always the mystery we believe it to be when we seek the wisdom of God know the character of God.

Cheap, Fast or Good

Last year I had the privilege of working with a wise woman on a local project. At one point in the planning process she said what is likely a familiar adage to smart people: You can have cheap, fast or good. Pick two.

Photo courtesy of Juan Freire - CC License

Photo courtesy of Juan Freire – CC License

I tried to find a way around that one. It doesn’t exist! In my shopping life, in my organizational life, in my purchases – it seems I’m always making a decision between those three things. For food, we pick fast (local) and good. For clothes I tend to choose cheap and fast. For vacations, cheap and good. I would venture to say, take a look at which two you tend to choose and you have yourself a personal value system. (As a Wingfield, cheap seems to nearly always creep to the top of a list. It’s bred into me.)

In my mothering life, I’ve revamped the system. On a daily basis I’m choosing between Happy, Clean and Productive. I can manage to hit two of those, but never all three. I can have happy kids and get stuff done, but the house will be a disaster. I can keep it neat and tidy and I can attend to work tasks but my children are climbing the walls and screaming for attention.

On some days, I’m not even choosing two: if I get one of them, it’s still a success in my eyes. Especially if it’s Happy, because working to make sure all 4 of these little monsters lives fully into the day is sometimes all I can manage. (And that’s okay, too.) But I’m ridding myself of the belief I need to do all three. I’m not sure they can co-exist. Just like cheap, fast and good cannot co-exist (or it’s a small miracle), Happy, Clean and Productive rarely arrive at the door simultaneously.

If you look through your days, do you find a trend in your success rates? Perhaps you’re usually quite productive? Or the kids are mostly happy? Perhaps the challenge isn’t choosing the most important – they each have their place – but rather making sure we keep them all in the mix.

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