"So Joshua called together the twelve men he had appointed from the Israelites, one from each tribe, and said to them, "Go over before the ark of the LORD your God into the middle of the Jordan. Each of you is to take up a stone on his shoulder, according to the number of the tribes of the Israelites, to serve as a sign among you. In the future, when your children ask you, 'What do these stones mean?' tell them that the flow of the Jordan was cut off before the ark of the covenant of the LORD. When it crossed the Jordan, the waters of the Jordan were cut off. These stones are to be a memorial to the people of Israel forever."
The Israelites needed memory joggers. God would perform a Major Miracle like parting the Red Sea for them, but then they’d start complaining about the food, worrying about the Canaanites, playing around with demons disguised as gods, running wild in the streets. They were afraid that their God wasn’t big enough, strong enough, consistent enough, or loving enough to take care of them adequately. Mini-Miracles, such as daily provision in the desert, weren’t enough for them. They wanted the big showy stuff all the time. Like too many of us, they were excitement addicts.
As I mentioned earlier, I’m an Israelite. The day-to-day stuff is hard for me. I want God to fix it NOW. But He has showed me that He’s going to do it “little by little” so that faith may increase. It doesn’t matter how much I moan and groan about it, it’s going to be in His time, not mine. Sometimes it drives me absolutely crazy that 1,000 years are like a day to him. I can’t wait until time no longer exists. Until then, it’s going to be “one day at a time, Sweet Jesus.”
I’m going to need a lot of memory joggers on this journey. I need to go back and pick up some souvenirs to remind me of the Major Miracles on days when the Mini-Miracles don’t seem like enough. It’s evidently going to be a long trip, and I have a short memory. There may be days ahead when I’m squeezing stones like my life depends on it. In a way, it does.