The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1922-04-21

need and witness of His unfailing
care. The mama, so sweet to the
taste, bread from Gods own hand out
ferred! Alasl what a revelation OF
the human heart
We are not left to interpret for our
selves the holy symbolism OF the
mama. The Lord Jesus has told us
what it is. 1t is Himself. my Father
giveth you the true bread from heav-
en-, for the bread of God is He who
cometh down from heaven and giveth
life unto the world. am the bread
of life" John 1922. And the wilder
ness journey has no sooner begun
than this voice of murmuring breaks
out in the camp. But observe with
whom it begins. Sad as the story is, the
it's all-satisfying portion is somewhat
relieved to discover the source OF this
complaint: 1.-THE mixed multitude that
was among them fell ADJUSTING" There
they are! Camp followers of the
hosts of the Lord. Unconverted church
members or, at best, but half-hearted
in their allegiance to the Lord Jesus.
Mamma they despise. 1t is too "other
worldly" for their unregenerate tastes.
Onions and garlic are more to their
liking. They must have oyster sup
pers, bazaars and amusements, to
"hold the young people" Hold them
where? Hold them to what? The fare
of Egypt may hold them to an Or
ganization, but mamma alone can hold
tenn to Christ. Christ alone can hold
them to Himself.
"Our soul is dried away they
murmur, "there Is nothing at all be-
side this mamma before our eyes"
And this is the language that Chris
tians have learned to repeat. Christ,
Gods one provision for His people, is
not enough for the heart. We must
have the things of Egypt, too. Oh,
Christian, say it to His face, If you
can! Get down on your. knees at His
feet and tell Him so! Lord Jesus,
have no taste for mama; onions and
garlic please me better. Thou art my
Savior, but Thou art not enough Tor
my heart. I cannot be occupied with
Thee alone, my heart must have other
occupations This is what thousands
are practically saying to Him every
day.
There follows one of the most
pathetic portions of Scripture in which
the Spirit of God turns aside to de-
scribe the mamma once more. Already
there has been a full description Of
IT in connection with the account of
it's first appearance in Exodus. Now
He must tell it again-must let US
know what it is they are despising;
and one can almost hear the tones OF
infinite sadness as He writes down
the words: "And the mamma was as
coriander seed and the color thereof
as the color of bdellium, and the taste
of it was like the taste of fresh oil.
And when the dew fell upon the camp
in the night the mamma fell upon it."
1t was on the ground: they must
stoop to gather it. And it is on ones
knees that Christ is found. The dew
brings the mama, and exhaling leaves
it for their use So the Holy Spirit
ministers Christ. The taste is as the
taste of fresh oil, reminding us again
that it is only by the Spirit of God
that Christ can be apprehended. Oh,
who that knows the Spirits blessed
ministry does not Know this taste of
fresh oil? 1t is this that forever sat
isles the soul. Nothing else can do so.
"Oh, taste and see that the Lord is
goodw Eat, oh friends; yea, drink
abundan4ly, my beloved" Does not
Christ satisfy the heart of God? Why
not yours, too? Is He not filling all
the heavens with His glory? And Is
not your being with Him the consum-
nation of all Christian hopes? Then
why should He not be enough for you
now? One good taste of the angels
food and your taste for garlic and
onions will be gone.