Israel's Processed Food

 

Israel’s Processed Food

     My wife brought up a good point this morning because she is a highly intelligent person who likes to think about stuff.  Grabbing the Strong’s concordance with her daily Bible study, she concluded that Israel was not just a hunter/ gather group of people.  No, they prepared the manna.

     “Go out Joey!  Fetch an omer!  Bring it back and I’ll put it on the Barbie (BBQ).”  But then again, where’d they get the wood?  Anyway, back to the metaphor.

     Jesus is our manna.  He came down from Heaven.  As a dove, He lit down on this place and found dry ground for His feet.  Noah would have been happy to see what John saw.  In hope, he built the boat and sailed the seven seas all balled up into one.  Isn’t God great!  Greater than even our imaginations.  And that’s what it takes to digest the whole manna bit.  Never seen it.  Coriander?  Never.

     Any who, we got to dig deeper, that’s what she said.  Can’t just grab Him off the shelf and lazily open our mouths and expect the Word of God to fall into it.  No, we have to wrestle with this thing we call Jesus.  “Draw near, persevere, chew the cud!  Wall it about for a bit.”

     I used to like Dad’s jerky.  Dry it in the oven and chew on it all day.  A kind of gum when the tendons resist the salvatory glands.  Chew, Chew.

     Isarel women worked the manna.  Made their men happy.  I think we ought to work over Jesus today.  Get to know the Guy.  He is to be praised!   

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