40 years. No, it's not how old I am. Not even close. No, it's not how old The Rev. is (although that is close). It is how long the Israelites wandered through the dessert. 40 long and excruciating years. The cried out to God, they grumbled, they complained. They did exactly what you and I would do. They balked at the miracle of bread literally falling from heaven. Because lets be honest, even a miracle can seem routine and mundane when it happens everyday.
But, despite the fact that they behaved like a whiny toddler on a long road trip, God delivered them into the Promised Land.
So folks, as we are approaching the end of the political season, the end of a grueling, miserable, phone ringing, mailbox full of fliers, commercials galore time in our lives, know that come Tuesday, God will deliver us (depending on who you want to win, you may or may not consider it being delivered into the Promised Land! :)
Enjoy your extra hour!
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