“Manna Is Enough” (Numbers 11:4-9) – Enough II -

*Photo: Fra Angelico’s The Mocking of Christ (1440-42)

“How Much Land Does a Man Need?”
Leo Tolstoy wrote a short story called, “How much land does a man need?” It’s about a peasant named Pahom. At first, Pahom is a content, hardworking man. But one day, he makes a mistake that many of us make. He starts thinking that more land will make life better. So he buys more land. Then he hears an even better deal. A landowner promises to give him all the land he can walk around in a day for a very cheap price. But there is one condition: he must return to his starting point before sunset. Pahom is thrilled. He believes he can cover a great distance. He walks and walks, marking out more and more land. But as the sun begins to set, he realizes that he’s too far away. Desperate, he runs back toward the starting point as fast as he can. He finally reaches it just as the sun sets. People cheer his great fortune, but Pahom collapses and dies on the spot. His servant buries him in a grave only six feet long. And that grave gives the final answer to the question, “How much land does a man need?” Just six feet.

Manna
When the Israelites journeyed through the wilderness, God provided them with manna every single day. The Bible says manna looked like small coriander seed, and its color was like resin. Each morning it came down like thin flakes on the desert surface. The people would roam around and collect it. They would boil it in pots or make cakes out of it. And it tasted like buttered cakes. Somehow this simple, mysterious food had all nutrition they needed for the journey. In Deuteronomy 8:4 Moses reminded them, “Your clothes did not wear out and your feet did not swell during these forty years.” No vitamin deficiency, no lack of strength.

Manna was enough. But the people said, “Manna is not enough.” They complained, “Oh, how we remember the fish we used to eat in Egypt for free! And the cucumbers, melons, leeks, onions, and garlic! But now our strength is dried up (because of this manna!). There is nothing but this manna!” (Num 11:5-6) Later, they even said, “We detest this miserable food!” (21:5) They despised the very bread that kept them alive. But the truth is, manna was enough. Manna was their bread of life.

Bread of Heaven
In John 6, after Jesus fed the five thousand, the people followed him eagerly. But Jesus saw their hearts and said, “You are looking for me not because you saw the signs (not because you saw God in my actions) but because I fed you, filled your stomachs (cf. John 6:16 MSG). They asked for more, “Show us another sign that we can see and believe you! What will you do for us?” They continued, “Our ancestors ate manna in the wilderness – the bread from heaven.” Jesus replied, “I AM the bread from heaven. In fact, I am the better and true manna. Your ancestors ate manna in the wilderness and died. But whoever believes in me will never go hungry, never die, but will have eternal life.” They grumbled, “We know who you are – you are Joseph’s son. Who do you think you are?” But Jesus replied, “I am the true manna. My flesh is true food, and my blood is true drink. Unless you eat my flesh and drink my blood, you have no life in you. Whoever eats my flesh and drinks blood has eternal life.” After this, many of them were deeply offended, saying, “This message is hard. Who can hear it?” They despised Jesus and rejected him.

The Mocking of Christ
Fra Angelico’s painting, The Mocking of Christ, captures this moment in a haunting way. In his painting, Jesus is blindfolded. He cannot see the ones who strike or spit. Angelico invites us to see this scene from Christ’s perspective. We, the viewers, can only see hands that hit and faces that spit as Jesus did.

So who mocked Jesus? Who killed Jesus? We might say it was the “Roman soldiers,” or “Pontius Pilate,” or “Judas Iscariot,” or the “Jewish leaders.” But by leaving out the specific mockers in this painting, perhaps, the artist is inviting us to ask a deeper question: “Were you there?” In Matthew 23, Jesus said to the religious leaders, “You build tombs and memorials for prophets, saying, ‘If we had lived in our ancestors’ days, we wouldn’t have joined them in killing the prophets.’ But you are doing exactly same things.” (cf. Matt 23:29-32) The truth is, the religious leaders are us.

After World War II, Adolf Eichmann, one of the key organizers of the Holocaust, was finally captured and put on trial in Jerusalem. The world watched closely. Millions expected to see a monster – someone with a cruel face, maybe a voice filled with hatred. But when Eichmann walked into the courtroom, people were shocked. He looked so… ordinary. A quiet man in a suit. Calm. Polite. Even respectful. He didn’t look like the face of evil. He looked like a clerk, a teacher, a neighbor. When asked how he could take part in such evil, his defense was simple. He said, “I was just following orders.”

Philosopher Hannah Arendt, who witnessed the trial, called it “the banality of evil.” She meant this: that great evil is often done by very ordinary people, who simply do what everyone else does without thinking. That is the hard truth about sin. When we read the story of the crucifixion, we tend to think, “If I were there, I’d be different.” But would we? It wasn’t just the Romans. It wasn’t just the religious leaders. It was the crowd, “ordinary people,” shouting, “Crucify Him!” The truth is, that crowd still lives in us. The face that spits could be mine. The hand that strikes could be yours.

Is Manna Enough?
But here’s the good news. When we despised Jesus, he forgave us, saying, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” When we rejected him, he carried our sin and its consequence – our separation from God, saying, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” At the cross, Jesus took our sin, our rebellion, our conformity to this world. And in exchange, he gave us his righteousness. That love melts our hearts. That love compels our souls. That love becomes our true manna.

As Corie Ten Boom said, when we look around, we get hopeless. When we look within, we become depressed. But when we loot at Jesus, we find rest. God’s way of salvation is always and still Jesus. His body was broken. His blood was shed.

Back to Angelico’s painting. Mother Mary and Saint Dominic appear sorrowful yet peaceful. They invite us to join them in meditation and worship, saying, “Were you there? Then, turn from your ways. Come, let us adore him!” So come, let us repent and turn to God. Let us come and eat this bread day by day. Let us meditate on his suffering, remember his death, adore him and savor him day by day. And we will find our souls satisfied in him. Jesus is the one and only true substance for our journey. Jesus is enough.

Lord, you are more precious than silver.

Lord, you are more costly than gold.

Lord, you are more beautiful than diamond.

And nothing I desire compares with you.