Aware I have 2 day’s musings to write up, I am nonetheless pushing forward to write today’s musings. They are musings triggered by a sermon I heard yesterday. Well, part of it.
I was visiting friends and we went to their church, so the voice at the front was new to me. They started with an image and some thoughts around that before moving on to their main point and there was a lot of wisdom, but it was that initial picture that captured my imagination.
The picture was a medieval depiction of a passage from the book of Numbers. I can’t find the exact image online (if I do stumble upon it, I replace the one below) so I have gone for a similar one. The passage it is based on is during the time that Moses was leading the Israelites through the wilderness. They had escaped from Egypt but hadn’t yet reached the promised land. They had been grumbling because they were hungry and in general it seemed that morale was low. The bit that’s relevant comes in chapter 21. The camp is invaded by venomous snakes. The Israelites didn’t have a cure, so if they were bitten it was a death sentence. They called out to Moses who looked to God. God instructed him to make a bronze serpent and put it in the centre of camp where all could see it. When bitten, the Israelites had only to look at the bronze statue and they would be healed.
In the image we were shown, there was indeed a serpent on a pole in the middle. And Moses stood just to the left with a stick pointing to the serpent. But in the background on the right there was a man with a stick who appeared to be trying to beat the snakes – he was taking the role of protector on himself and judging by the number of snakes, failing. In the same sort of area there was a figure who had been bitten and someone next to them embracing them, comforting them. They had taken the healer role, although it didn’t look like it was going much good. In the front right was another figure who had just been bitten, and they seemed to be looking to Moses, the visible person who had been leading and ‘providing’ for them – he was putting his trust in man, not God.
The thing is, the instructions given by God were simple: look at the bronze serpent. They didn’t need to waste energy trying to beat the snakes to death, they didn’t need to offer false comfort, they just needed to look at the snake.
It got me thinking, how often do I hear God’s instructions and say, ‘I hear you, but I think I should…’? How often do I disregard the simple reliance on God for my own skills, my own actions? How often do I look to people instead of God? How often do I complicate things instead of simply following instructions? What if I just trusted God’s plan?
It definitely got me thinking, and I wonder if it will prompt you to think about your choices too. God is a lot more capable than we are – maybe we should try trusting him.









