Why do we always complain? Exodus 16,17.

What a lot of K'vetshing! Man those Israelites complained more than, well, people who complain a lot. They were just miraculously saved from some Egyptian head-knocking via chariot, and again they ask why they couldn't have just stayed back in the land of lamb-stew (no really, lamb stew was the deal-breaker). So God sends them manna and they chow down happily. Next thing you know: "Hey Mo, got anything to drink? Why did you drag us out here you sadist?". So God helps Moses again and they get water from a rock. I was reminded of the many people who ask "if God exists, why do babies die/does cancer exist/is life unfair/do good people suffer/is my porridge cold," etc. I reckon if babies stopped dying and our porridge was always warm, we'd just find another reason not to believe in or trust God. It's a tough one, but it seems we come back to making a choice in these matters (one I hope I am never tested on).


One other interesting fact: At a battle against Amalek, they noticed that they were winning when Moses' hands were up, and losing when they were down. Up, winning; Down, losing; Up, winning; Down, losing. And that's how the Mexican wave was invented.