The cross is a constant reminder of God’s love for us. Jesus died for us taking the weight of the world’s sin on His shoulders. He rose again so we could have hope and be encouraged in His everlasting promises to us. In spite of knowing we would forsake Him, mock Him, and deny Him at times, His love for us is greater than we can comprehend. However, there are times we forget and retreat into our own destructive habits.
Recently I’ve found myself specifically praying, “Lord please help me to not be an Israelite.” Yes, they were His chosen people, however they had a distinct pattern. God would consistently deliver them, give them victory, and provide for them, yet their memories were short. As soon as challenges arose again, they panicked. In their panic, they would build other gods to serve, wail and complain that they had been abandoned, or give up in fear at the sight of the enemy.