Pastor Wilbert Miller’s Vespers Sermon
“Shaking Our Fists at God”
March 19,2017 (Third Sunday in Lent)
Exodus 17: 1-7
We just heard Israel complaining…yet again.
If you read the book of Exodus, you will be struck by Israel’s constant whining. They had not even crossed the Red Sea before they started bellyaching. When they looked back and saw the Egyptian army in pursuit, they grumbled to Moses, “Was it because there were no graves in Egypt that you have taken us away to die in the wilderness?…It would have been better for us to serve the Egyptians than to die in the wilderness” (Exodus 14:11-12).
It is a miracle, not so much that the sea divided, but that God didn’t say, “I have had it with you. Get yourselves across this stinking sea on your own!”
It was only three days since they had witnessed the enemy army drowning in the sea; rather than celebrating their liberation from brutal slavery, God’s children complained to Moses: “What shall we drink?” (Exodus 15:24).
And yet again, another miracle: instead of zapping God’s beloved people, God told Moses to place some wood in the water and a sweet drink would be created for these desperately thirsty people.
As people are wont to do, only weeks later, yet again, they forgot God’s miraculous love for them. They got hungry again and began grumbling again to Moses: “If only we had died by the hand of the LORD in the land of Egypt, when we sat by the fleshpots and ate our fill of bread; for you have brought us out into this wilderness to kill this whole assembly with hunger” (Exodus 16:3).
And again, a miracle. This time manna from heaven.
And then, what we just heard: the people were thirsty…again. And, yes, they complained again. “Give us water to drink! Why did you bring us out of Egypt, to kill us and our children and livestock with thirst?”
And, yes, you guessed it, another miracle: God told Moses to use his staff and water would come from the rock…and it did!
Are you seeing a pattern, by the way?
One commentator has suggested that the greatest miracle among all the staggering miracles, greater than the sea separating, greater than manna falling from heaven, greater than water bursting from the rock, was God’s patience.
And, of course, it is not just the whiny Israelites in the desert so long ago. We are no different! Why does God put up with our griping, our everlasting questions, and our pathetic lack of faith?
It would be easy to conclude from all the quarreling and contentiousness that God would prefer us to shut our mouths and never ask a single question. Some faith, by the way, is like that: it is of the sheepish variety that teaches that if we ask a single question of God, we are terrible sinners destined for the scorching fires of hell. This is the polite kind of faithfulness, the kind that never raises its voice to God, never asks an awkward question of the Almighty, never clenches its fist toward heaven.
Interestingly and surprisingly to many, Jesus was not nearly as sheepish as some of us when it came to questioning God. As we near Holy Week, we will hear Jesus ask a few hard-hitting questions. For those of courteous faith, Jesus’ frank questions will startle us, perhaps scandalize us; they may even force some of us to explain away what Jesus was really asking.
The night before Jesus died, when he went to Gethsemane to pray, he was not a good, little boy in the classic sense, the kind who never raises his voice in the face of doubt and torment. Much to our surprise, Jesus uttered these astonishing words: “My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as thou wilt.” Jesus asked the hard question, of course, he did, and yet—and note this well—he also then waited for God to answer. Jesus’ conversation was not a monologue with God; Jesus expected God to answer him in the midst of his agony.
In those final hours as Jesus hung on the cross, he shocks us as he screamed the most famous faith question of all, “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”
And yet, Jesus’ questions were never the final word. He always, always, then waited for his heavenly Father to answer what he did not know.
We will all arrive at those moments when we complain, when we ask the hard questions similar to those of the Israelites, when we will feel completely disillusioned. We will be in our own wilderness, on our own cross, as mad as a rattlesnake in the desert sun. And yet, another miracle will occur: God will listen to us and God will answer, not necessarily as we wish but in a fashion that reveals that only God knows what is best for us.
The miracle, as we have been saying repeatedly during these days of Lent, is that “the LORD is merciful and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love.”