Alas, Sovereign LORD, why did you ever bring this people across the Jordan to deliver us into the hands of the Amorites to destroy us?
It’s not often commented on or remembered,
but after crossing the Jordan
Israel got their asses handed to them
the first time they tried to do a thing on their own.
They were walking on sunshine:
seas parted for them
walls fell down.
Things had gone well.
Their troubles were behind them
still wandering the wilderness
with all the unfortunate parts
of their meandering story.
All of that was left
on the wrong side of the Jordan.
They were in the promised land now
living into the happily ever-after.
But they were their parent’s kids
with wandering eyes and selective memories.
First chance they got
they pilfered contraband
and were turned round
running and screaming
at the first bit of opposition.
What part of the story
did they imagine themselves in then?