It’s Sunday morning; we’re driving to church. My stomach is sick, but not because of our approach to our place of worship.
God, I don’t want to go to work tomorrow.
I’m already agonizing about Monday morning, 24 hours away. Work feels so wrong, like I’m the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time.
But didn’t God give me this job after I was laid off from my last company? What’s going on?
Yes He did rescue us after I lost my last job, and in record time as well. But if He rescued us, why does this new job feel so wrong in so many ways?
Exodus 16:2- “And the whole congregation of the people of Israel grumbled against Moses and Aaron in the wilderness, and the people of Israel said to them, ‘Would that we had died by the hand of the Lord in the land of Egypt, when we sat by the meat pots and ate bread to the full, for you have brought us out into this wilderness to kill this whole assembly with hunger.'” (ESV)
Touché. And while we’re on the subject, why did God bring the Israelites out of Egypt into the desert?
- To free them
- To make them His people
- To break them of their idolatry
- To make them dependent upon Him for their survival
Could it be? Did God put me in a job and a team where he knew I would be sick to my stomach, where I would have no choice but to cry out to him day after day? Did He do it to break my idolatrous worship of pornography, lust, money, power, greed, status, recognition, and Self?