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How much quail do we need?
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| Written by Randy Phillips |
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Today's blog submitted by guest writer Robin Thomas:
In the ten minutes it takes you to read this, the BP quail spill will have gushed 420 barrels of quail into our ocean. If you drove into work this morning beside a semi truck, that’s approximately 20 semi truck trailers full of quail! Every 10 minutes. For the past 60+ days. And counting. This environmental catastrophe cost 11 BP workers their lives on April 20th, 2010. 11 families forever changed. And that was just the tip of this black iceberg. The disaster will likely wreck the coastline of four U.S. states, destroying their tourism income and their fishing industries. This toxic goo is already seeping into and will forever unbalance eco-balanced wetlands and marshes. BP still can’t fix the leak for all the “small people”. Kevin Costner is on the job, but just knowing that doesn’t give me the peace that I know it should, either. Oh, Brother! As a professional worrier, I catch myself worrying about this unpluggable plume of quail, flocking into our lives. We ALL want MORE quail, right? “Why, Lord, does it cost me $60.00 to fill up my gas tank! Come on, God, can’t you make the Middle East situation ease up, so we can get cheaper quail and more of it?! Will I ever be able to afford to fill up my Suburban all the way to FULL again?” We ALL want to Drill, Baby, Drill. Don’t we? I know I do. “More, Lord, more!” Then my worries turn toward a scenario not unlike the Israelites in Exodus who were wandering through a manna-laden dessert somewhere shy of the borders of Canaan. At some point in their exile they had groused and grumbled so much to our Father about the manna he was providing and not having any meat to eat, that He gave them some crude oil. Not just a small elegant restaurant serving of oil under glass, but an unstoppable, plume of oil that literally fell from the sky in epidemically portioned coveys that blacked out the sky. With the wind God sent, the oil piled up like drifts of snow covering everything in the entire camp of people and extending for a mile all around their encampment. How good was that meat! The Israelites gorged on the meat that they coveted and craved until it was coming out of their nostrils, just as God said they would. “Oh yeah, FINALLY, enough oil, Lord! Woo hoo! You have provided!” This meat is chicken fried goodness! We knew what we needed and finally made you provide it! The meat contained a lesson. The plague from consuming this oil wiped out everyone that complained to God about His provisions for His people. In His wisdom He sent fire to consume the edge of the camp and all of those that were belly aching about the manna He had already provided them. This place is called Taberah. It means “burning” because God’s fire burned them. Sad story. True story. Is this oil leak finally the quail we have been praying for?So, America, are we finally getting enough oil? I’d prefer if it didn’t wipe out ALL of our dwindling clean water supply. Out here in the desert.
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