Too Late to Talk

ImageIf you are going to see a movie, you don’t want someone to tell you how it ends, right? When you are driving your car and see an octagon shaped sign, what do you do? It means to STOP, a red light, again, you stop! The warning on a pack of cigarettes says they can cause cancer of the lung, did you quit smoking? You know that too much sugar is like poison to your body, and if you are diabetic, it can actually mean death, yet I know someone that just adds an extra shot of insulin so they can eat whatever they want. Young people are warned about unprotected sex, yet incidences of venereal disease are on the rise, as is teen-age pregnancy. We don’t want to be told what to do, or how to do it! I find that applies to most everything, at least the souls I have dealt with in the past. No one really wants advice, we all think we are the exception to any rule; we can make anything right, an excuse for everything we want or want to do. You are in love with someone, the perfect someone, you see a major character flaw and it just doesn’t matter, YOU are the person that can make the change in their life. I call it the Beauty and the Beast complex, and how, you may ask, do I know so much about that particular subject? There is a tree in my front yard, the trunk rises high and then separates into four big, perfect branches that leaves a place for a wonderful nest. This is right next to our majestic magnolia, planted the week we moved into this house. From this magnolia, I watched the squirrels take small branches and leaves and build a nest in the pocket of those four branches. I stood and watched them, a few weeks ago, and wanted to talk to them. I wanted to tell them that, whereas their convenient, cozy nest was easy to build in that place, it was also convenient for the hawks, that are around here, to see and easy and convenient to rob. I would have told them that I have stood at the base of that tree, water hose in hand, screaming to the top of my lungs, trying to scare off the hawk robbing the nest of it’s tender young contents. The squirrel parents were there, just below the nest on the trunk of the tree, screaming at him, to no avail. Off he flew with his own meal clutched tightly in his talons, too late. This morning I walked out on our brick sidewalk, P’Nut in tow, and there on the walk was a small branch with three magnolia leaves on it. I walked across the driveway to the base of the tree and saw more of these carefully selected branches on the ground and, sick to my stomach, looked upward, where I saw the nest hanging over the side, branches askew, too late, it has already happened. I remember seeing that hawk making several passes at the nest yesterday, hoping that he would not see it. He saw. We are given warnings all through the Word of God, advice on how to live, and ways to act; do we always heed the warnings? 1 Peter 5:8-11 Keep a cool head. Stay alert. The Devil is poised to pounce, and would like nothing better than to catch you napping. Keep your guard up. You’re not the only ones plunged into these hard times. It’s the same with Christians all over the world. So keep a firm grip on the faith. The suffering won’t last forever. It won’t be long before this generous God who has great plans for us in Christ—eternal and glorious plans they are! —will have you put together and on your feet for good. He gets the last word; yes, he does. Just because something is easy to do, does not mean it is the right thing to do, just because you can do it and get by with it, doesn’t mean you should. What have you been warned about? What are you ignoring as “old fashioned”, or a “religious spirit”?  Haggai 1:5 Now, says the Lord God, “Consider your ways.” Be blessed, a word to the wise is sufficient. 

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