by Ben Gibson
We got the survey for our 2020 census in the mail last week. It inspired me to spend some time during my devotions in the book of Numbers. Numbers details the time in the wilderness between Sinai and the promised land. The book is punctuated by two censuses of all of Israel’s fighting men, respectively representing the generation who came out of Egypt and the generation who would enter the promised land.
I typically avoid the book of Numbers. It is overwhelming to contemplate reading chapters composed almost exclusively of “son of” after “son of”. But in getting back into Numbers I have realized much has changed over the intervening three thousand years, but the impulse to count has not. We are a world consumed by numbers and the headlines of the past several weeks illustrate this obsession. As the geographic scope of the information we consume increases, numbers become the only way we can communicate what is happening: over w people infected worldwide, x billion dollars promised in domestic aid, a y point drop in the stock market, z days until we can flatten the curve. It can feel like numbers are the only way that we tell stories anymore.
This is why the book of Numbers is particularly relevant. In the midst of this book of statistics is the reminder that the numbers are not the point. Throughout the assorted stories in the book, God does not call his people by numbers, but by name. At various times, he calls His people names that defy quantifying: His children (8:9), the congregation (14:5), the one who He has chosen (16:5), and blessed (22:12). Though the numbers frame the story, they are not what the story is about. Numbers, like the rest of Scripture, is about something that cannot be counted: God’s relationship to His people and His efforts to make good on His promises.
Today, while the numbers we encounter each day frame the story that is being told, they are not what the story is about. Even this current chapter in history is about God’s relationship to His people and His efforts to make good on His promises. Stop counting and start receiving the names you have been called: child of God, congregant, chosen, and blessed.
Heaven and the earth will pass away
But your words all remain
And my hands are growing old
And weary with pain
Still I fold them to pray
To the one unchanged
Yesterday and today
Oh YHWH
I will try to stay awake
Take my last breath of faith
As I wait for you to come
Take me beyond
This land undone
Over the flood
By your word, spirit, and blood
It was prophesied long ago
Every word set in stone
Not one will pass away
Or walk alone
All that I own
Does not…
~Josh Garrels