Old Mo was feeling pretty good about himself.  He’d been leading this grungy bunch of misfits – well, they’d been chased out of the land of Egypt, where they had fish, and cucumbers, and melons, and leeks and onion and garlic, and Mo was out in front of them.  Now they didn’t have anything but God-given manna, and they were griping about it.  And water – there’s no water in the desert, and we want water!  God has provided for us for all these years, but now we want water, and we want it now!  Mo got good and tired of the whining, griping, and belly-aching.  He got mad, even, and instead of using his baseball bat on the people who caused his anger, he whumped up on a rock.  Didn’t break the bat.  Broke the rock.  The big problem is that God had told him to hit the rock, and Mo hit it twice.  If God says to do it once, then doing it twice must be twice as good, right?  Nope.  Do exactly what God says to do, even if the people are griping and your sister just died (Numbers 20:1-12).

And then along comes Jesus.  Mo thought he had problems – Jesus topped them all, without trying (or wanting to).  And even though Jesus got mad – see running the money-changers out of Dad’s house, or calling the two-faced people snake babies – He never lost control.  He remained a rock.  And when that Rock was split by being hung from a tree, what flowed out was not life-giving water, but life-giving blood.

So we all have a choice.  We can drink the water – everybody has that option, by nature of being born on Planet Earth.  We can go farther and partake of the life-giving blood of Jesus, trusting in Him to wash away all our sins – past, present, and future.

I don’t pretend to understand it.  I do know that while Moses was finite, Jesus is infinite.  And that matters.

Which do you want to partake of?  The choice is yours.