Since the church service on Saturday was in Nepalese some of us tambos (the girls on my team) began just reading in the Bible to make the most of our sabath and the passage I read brought me back to India. I’m reading the Bible in chronological order this year and am in Numbers right now. So I read Numbers 11:4-34 where the Israelites, year 2 walking through the desert towards the promise land, decide they are sick of eating manna and begin to complain to God and wanting meat. The whole month in India we ate white rice for lunch and dinner. The rice was accompanied with a curry sauce of different sorts each meal. These sauces were not a good food for me, or most of my teammates, to have because it was really spicy and our bodies went crazy. By the middle of the month I was pretty tired of rice. My stomach was hurting for the first week so I stopped eating the sauce and had plain rice. I picked the sauce-eating back up but towards the end of the month I was eating as little rice as possible to keep me full. I began growing bitter towards rice. I didn’t know how long I’d have to eat it. I was expecting to have to eat it for the rest of the year so I found myself in a place where I didn’t want to complain to God because I knew He was providing either way (and what do I expect being on the WR) yet I didn’t think I was physically able to eat anymore rice without taking my mind to a happy place and just shoving it down my throat. This was just a month…not over a year, as is the case with the Israelites in eating manna. I can’t even imagine not complaining to God, just a little, during a year of eating white rice [manna]. So for one, I feel for the Israelites. However, if I were God I’m sure I’d react in the same way after hearing the ungratefulness of the Israelites.
Unlike me, Michael and Ben crave meat always so every opportunity they can they eat it. This led to them eating stray dog and afterwards, staying in bed with cold sweats, a hurt stomach, and vomiting. That’s right God! 🙂 I was pretty scarred after this incident and thought every piece of chicken in my curry sauce was potential stray dog for at least a week so I couldn’t eat it.
I became more grateful of plain rice after that.
