The following introduces a new Category of post on aknappforthat.com – Stories. Fiction. Some are based on true events, but all are made up.  Enjoy!

Sunday morning, Many Years BC.

“Moshi, what are you complaining about now?  You don’t like your tent, you whine about the manna, you grumble about being bored on our days off.  What’s your problem?”

“I’m really feeling gypped. I took my offering up to the tent yesterday and it just irks me that Aaron and his boys get to eat part of it, but not me.  It was MY lamb that I had to give up.  Why couldn’t I get a nice little roast out of it?”

“Well, for starters, you gave it up.  Sounds like you did not really want to do the offering.”

“I do it because I am supposed to.”

“And Aaron does it because he is supposed to. They don’t have their own flocks.  They get some of the meat and bread as pay for their labor.  They work hard – they have to be butchers and garbage men and cleaners.  And they have to wear those hot sweaty robes with all the jewels.”

“Well I work hard too.  And it all seems a bit shady how Moses set his brother up so that he and his boys get free food for life.  Can you say ‘Nepotism’?”

“God picked them, not Moses. They are God’s servants, doing holy work.  And I wouldn’t want their job for all the free food in China.  I don’t want to be next to that huge cloud in the tent all day. “

“But why can’t they share some? And why can’t we eat any of the fat?  That’s the best part of my sheep.”

“It’s holy.  You were there the first time they did the sacrifice.  YOU know that God himself burned up all the offering and his cloud filled the tent.”

“Yeah, right.  That was just some crazy lightning strike.  And it saved the “priests” a trip to the garbage dump because it was all gone.”

“Your clay jar is really less than half full, isn’t it?”

“At least I’m not like you, blithely trusting Moses all the time.”

 

Tuesday morning, the same number of years BC.

“Where’s Moshi?”

“Didn’t you hear?  He died yesterday.”

“WHAT?  What happened?”

“He got hit by some crazy lightning strike.”

“Hmmmm.”