When you are hungry, a good meal is always welcomed. It doesn’t have to be fancy. It just has to be filling.
I remember back to my early days living in the Pasadena YMCA. I didn’t have a lot of money, so I lived on a daily ration of a micro-waved frozen poor boy sandwich and cupful of imitation kool-aid. I kept the poor boys and the gallon jug in the little fridge at the bookstore where I worked. You can imagine how I felt when Peggy, the store’s assistant manager, would invite me home for a meal and the opportunity to wash my clothes. It was like manna from heaven.
As we continue our journey through the Exodus story, the thrill of freedom confronts the reality of hunger. The people begin complaining – again – “Did you bring us out here to the desert to starve to death?” If only we’d stayed back in Egypt where we could enjoy the “fleshpots of Egypt.” Yes, perhaps slavery is better than starvation.