Bob Hope died in 2003 at age 100. Before Bob died, his wife Dolores asked him where he wanted to be buried. And Bob, in his usual comedic style, answered, "Surprise me!"

One night when Bob was in his prime he reported his activity for the day. "Today," he said, "my heart beat 103,369 times. My blood traveled 168 miles. I breathed 23,040 times. I inhaled 438 cubic feet of air. I ate three and a quarter pounds of food and drank two pounds of liquid. I perspired one and a half pints. I gave off 85 degrees of heat. I generated 450 tons of energy. I spoke 4,800 words, moved 750 major muscles, and I exercised seven million brain cells. My, I'm tired."1

The children of Israel were tired. Tired and crabby. Moses had led them out of slavery and set their feet on the road to freedom. It was a grea…