Tables in the Wilderness

This week, the Lord asked me to do something that I did not want to do.

First, I tried the docile Moses approach of offering excuses: “I don’t feel well.” “What if bad stuff happens?” “What if it’s haaaaaard?”

The Lord told me the same thing He told Moses. “My name is not the What-If. I AM.”

That is an indisputable fact, but my docile excuses flared right up into good old fashioned tantrum throwing.

“I can’t do this, Lord. I don’t want to. I’m not going to.”

While I was pious...