I believe in miracles. Or perhaps more truthfully, I believe in a God who does miracles. Not all the time. But sometimes. In some places. In some situations. For some people. The unpredictable and uncontrollable nature of miracles, I think, is meant to keep things interesting. It keeps us on our toes, longing and expectant.
Sometimes we can hold onto the miraculous ways of God from a previous generation, not realizing that it was the manna provided to get them through their desert. It was what they needed in their time and place. What we need in our time and place, to get through our desert, is likely to be something rather different.
What worked then may not be what works now.
The curious thing about manna was that it wouldn’t last from one day to the next. We shouldn’t, therefore, expect it to last from one generation to the next.
Instead of asking, “How do we get our hands on more of that manna?” would be to ask, “What is our manna, the miraculous provision of God for his people today?”
