A Mirage

As a christian, I've learned to walk my dessert many times. It is always the same thing. Walk, walk, walk... eat dust, get dry, complain, see a mirage... then eat manna from heaven and walk through the red sea.

Why do we eat the dust? Is it really because it looks like water, or because we forget the difference?

Why do we complain? How can we forget the times we've been rescued before?

To tell you the truth, I don't like the dessert. I strongly dislike manna. Mirages make me feel stupid.

I can't wait to walk through the red sea!