Returning to Egypt
During a bank robbery in Stockholm, Sweden in 1973, robbers held several
hostages for six long days. During this time, a curious thing happened.
The hostages began to show signs of sympathy for their captors. Even
after the ordeal was over, one of the hostages later became good friends
with one of the robbers.
Criminologists assigned to the case coined a new term, “Stockholm
Syndrome.”
There has been considerable discussion surrounding the exact nature of
this phenomenon. As a defense mechanism, some hostages seem to form
powerful emotional attachments to their victimizers.
By way of analogy, we can see Stockholm-like symptoms in the attitudes
of the Israelites during their wilderness years. Only weeks after they
watched God open the Red Sea, the whole community of Israel was
murmuring against Moses and Aaron when they ran out of provisions.
“If only the
Lord
had killed us back in Egypt,” they moaned. “There we sat around pots
filled with meat and ate all the bread we wanted. But now you have
brought us into this wilderness to starve us all to death.” (Exodus
16:3)
Wasn’t this the same group of people who groaned bitterly because of
their slavery? Why, instead
of remembering the cruelty of Egypt—the task masters’ whips, the heavy
burdens, the centuries of toil making bricks under the hot sun, the
ruthless slaughter of their children— why did they only remember that
the Egyptians fed them?
God brought His people out of slavery, so He could give them new hope in
the land of milk and honey as He had promised. But the Hebrews continued
to make decisions based on fear and lack.
We are
guilty of the same lunacy as the Hebrews when it comes to our own
habitual sins: drugs, alcohol,
pornography,
food, unhealthy relationships, and more.
Our addictions are
stunning examples of Stockholm Syndrome. Sometimes we’re lost and think
we must turn back.
In our sober moments, we see the ugliness of our choices for what they
are, but we rush back like a dog to its vomit. In the moment of
indulgence, we are blind to the shame and oppressiveness of addiction—or
perhaps it’s more accurate to say that we see the shame of it, but it
has become so common that it becomes less repugnant to us.
Something inside us wants to be addicted, wants slavery. Why?
Because we have developed a spiritual form of Stockholm Syndrome.
An entire generation of Hebrews died in the wilderness because they did
not trust God. It wasn’t that Egypt was
better than the
wilderness; rather, trusting
the slave masters was somehow easier than trusting God. Sure,
Egypt was a cruel place, but at least it was a predictable place.
As undesirable as our addictions may be, they are
easier than trusting
God. Even as we identified the slave master’s rod at the liquor store,
the drug dealer, in front of the computer or the refrigerator, we could
always find predictable rations. In the wilderness we are asked to die
to our selfish demands and enter the unpredictability of following God’s
Spirit.
Until we get to the Promised Land, Egypt will remain in our blood. We
bear the scars from our former slave master’s whips; in times of
uncertainty Stockholm Syndrome will draw us back with memories “of pots
filled with meat, and bread.”
But God remains faithful. He feeds our brokenness with the manna of
Christ’s broken body. Our cure is found in knowing that what God
offers-- even in the unpredictability of following Him-- is far better
than the false promises of addiction and slavery.
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