Their first trouble was too much water, the second is too little; our trials are of all kinds.
This was tantalizing, they had water, but could not drink it.
God has provided remedies for all ills, sweetening trees for bitter waters, and the cross to sweeten all.
It is not all rough work with pilgrims to Canaan, they have their pleasant seasons. Let them thank God for them.
It was strange that God should lead two millions of people into a desert, but wisdom directed his course. Strange providences are gracious providences.
With shameful readiness they ran to a low-minded form of complaining. There was no spirit in them. The flesh pots and the bread were all they thought of; the brick-making and the whips they overlooked. It is easy to make out the past to have been bright when we wish to find fault with the present.
Our mercies are tests; let us eat and drink to God’s glory.
We think it a small thing to murmur, against parents and friends, but this sheds a new light upon the matter. It is clear that a discontented heart really murmurs against God himself.
This is a solemn truth; let all grumblers remember it.
The cross on which the Saviour died,
And conquer’d for his saints;
This is the tree by faith applied
To sweeten all complaints.
When we by faith behold the cross,
Though many griefs we meet;
We draw a gain from every loss,
And make our Marahs sweet