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Jesus Showed up Too Late
And I’m kind of mad about it
I used to sit in church and hear stories about “the children of Israel” and their trek through the wilderness to the Promised Land, a land “flowing with milk and honey” and full of giant clusters of grapes. And giants.
Pretty tempting for people who had been making their own bricks in the heat of Egypt as slaves.
If you skim over their difficulties (enemies, hunger, thirst, snakebites), it all looks so simple in hindsight:
Hey, guys! Don’t worry! It will be worth it.
You already got out of slavery in Egypt, and THAT looked super impossible.
WHY do you keep questioning God?
Did you NOTICE the Red Sea open and let you walk through on dry land? I mean, that’s…pretty amazing, right?
I would never do what THEY did. I would BELIEVE God.
I was smug in my little Sunday dress, thumbing through the hymnal to alleviate boredom.
My church had all the answers, they were always right (and so were my parents), and so I was also right.
Those heathens out there in the “world”, though — they were going to hell. And good riddance, too! Not a moment too soon. [I was a…
