The recent talk series at our church has taken my thoughts back to the book of Numbers with the Israelites wandering in the wilderness and the land of Canaan promised to them. I find myself in awe as the story unfolds in Chapter 13 when Moses, as directed by the Lord, sent twelve men to spy on the land of Canaan. These were not just ordinary men, nor were they chosen at random but each a leader representing the twelve ancestral tribes of Israel. The men went out to see what the land was like as instructed by Moses and were gone for 40 days. Upon their return they stood before Moses, Aaron and the whole community to report what they saw and the fruit the land bore. They did testify to the truth that it was indeed a land flowing with milk and honey, bountiful and bore much fruit…….BUT the people were too powerful, their towns large and fortified and there were giants in the midst.
There are times in our Momma lives and life in general that things don’t align with how we envisioned. The road less traveled becomes a wide curve leaving us asking what just happened? We did everything we thought was right and things seemed on track when BAM we collide head-on with the unforeseen. We stand in the midst of the wreckage wondering, “Will we be okay? Will we make it through?”
I don’t know about you but sometimes I wonder if my children really hear me? Do they really listen or do all they hear is Charlie Brown’s mom? I giggle as I hear her voice in my head. I look back on my teenage years and wonder if my mom felt the same way; which leaves me pondering if the Truths spoken miss the targets and get lost in thin air? Or do they get planted awaiting watering from another source?
I remember my younger years in elementary school. You could name anything about school and I loved it; from the smell of freshly sharpened pencils to the sound of chalk on the chalkboard. My mom even made arrangements with my teachers to make extra copies of seat work to bring home. I would then teach my younger sister who was my only physical student among a host of invisible ones complete with names and imaginary desks. It was the life!
There was one thing however I disliked about school. It wasn’t P.E., music, or even the school lunches but it was most definitely the language arts exercise of Fact or Opinion. I recall the vulnerability felt not being able to decipher between them. Similarly, we see the same struggle even today. The concept is in our homes, churches, schools, and anywhere in community life where a person or organization tries to place their opinions on others seeing them as truth. We see the church called false when facts collide with false truths or opinions but we also see churches compromising truth to those seeking their own truths. There are many scenarios that we can unfold here but what we fail to realize is we like to make our own rules and cross lines never meant to be crossed to satisfy our own way and desires. We don’t have to look far to see this truth come to light in the Bible.