Hugs

I come from a long line of huggers. On my Dad's side of the family, hugging was an art form. Everyone had their own technique. When we all got together, you could be sure that you were going to spend a good bit of your time with someone's arms wrapped around you. It always started with Grandma. No one came in the house without a hug from Grandma. As the day progressed, you would get a hug (sometimes many) from everyone there. When you think about the fact that my dad had nine brothers and sisters, and they all had spouses and children – that's a lot of hugs. But – there was one person who was the king of hugs – my Uncle Bunk. His hug would pick you up off of the floor and squeeze the air out of you. That was no mean feat when you consider that most of the men in the family were well over six feet tall and in pretty good shape. When you got your hug from Uncle Bunk, you knew the day was going to be good. You felt loved – and safe.

There is a passage of Scripture in Numbers 11 that talks about the Israelites right after they had left Egypt. They had groaned under the weight of their oppression. The Egyptian Pharaoh had made it his goal in life to keep God's people so beaten down that they would not even have time to think about Him – but God still heard their prayers. He sent Moses to lead His people out of their bondage and into a land that He had prepared for them. When Pharaoh finally sent the Israelites out of Egypt and into freedom, there was much happiness. However, in a short while, the people began to complain.

First of all, they were hungry. Their supplies were running low and God's people started to whine. They didn't take into account the fact that God had just brought them out of slavery – carrying huge amounts of gold and other valuables that the Egyptians had freely given them as going-away gifts. So, God in His infinite love and mercy gave them the food of the angels – manna. This amazing gift was just what they needed to keep their strength up for their journey, but they wanted more. "Where's the beef?" - seemed to be their cry. They wanted meat.

Moses started calculating how much meat it would take to fill 600,000 men and their families. When his computer crashed trying to come up with the numbers, he gave up. It just didn't seem to be possible. Moses and all the people had forgotten one thing – they worshiped the God of the mountain, the all powerful one – El Shaddai. While all of this was going on, God looked down at Moses and said, "Don't you think I can take care of this issue? Haven't I taken care of you all these years? Do you think my arms are too short to reach you now?" (Numbers 11:23 paraphrase). Even while He is being The Almighty God, His arms can still reach down and give us a hug when we need it.

There is something about a hug that can't be measured. Sometimes what we need is a touch so we know that God is there, and He is in control. There are other times when we need to know that we are secure – safe in the arms of a loving God. We need an "Uncle Bunk" hug – one that wraps itself around you and seems to squeeze the breath out of you – but you like it. You like it because you feel protected and you know he is not going to hurt you. When you have had an "Uncle Bunk" hug, it stays with you. You can feel his arms around you for years. So it is with God. When He reaches His arms down to you, you never forget the feeling.

There are a lot of people in need right now. Food banks and pantries are already running low. Those of us who can, need to help as God has given us increase.

There is one thing that we can all give and that is love. Show someone you love them. Give them an "Uncle Bunk hug" and a "God bless you." Let God use you to brighten someone's day or comfort a grieving heart. God can use the simple act of a hug to change lives and brighten days for all eternity.