Studying the Old Testament in Sunday school this year. The story of the Israelites and manna today. Somebody asked the question: How could the Israelites complain about food that miraculously appears on the ground every morning?
The class consensus, which I didn't bother to challenge, was that after a year or so of eating the same stuff, everyone would get bored.
I know my children would; food "miraculously" appears for them all the time and they never seem very satisfied/grateful with it–there is more variety and abundance of food in my house at this very moment than probably occupied my childhood home in three years time, and still they are making lists of things I "need" to pick up tomorrow.
So I didn't speak up with a dissenting opinion, but what I was really thinking, sitting there, was that if manna were to fall from heaven tomorrow, and the day after that, and on for forty years–wouldn't that take the guesswork out of dinner for the rest of my natural life?
I think I could go for manna.
Breakfast is outside in the grass, children; if you think you'll be hungry later, gather enough for your lunch and dinner, too. What? You don't want to get out of bed? You're sick of manna? Huh. I guess you'll be hungry today.
How perfect would that be?