INFESTED
I rode
the elevator to the roof of the pulp mill for my weekly PM (preventive
maintenance) route. Stepping out of the
elevator, I could not but worship as I briefly gazed at the green – life,
beauty, vista, awesomeness.
Then,
my thought turned to ticks, spiders, mites (“chiggers” redbugs”) – all those
8-legged wee-beasties, not to mention mosquitoes and gnats and flies (horse,
deer, yellow, …)
We live
in a beautiful world, that is infested!
Why?! I still love the wild, “the
woods,” camping, hiking. But it is easy
for me to understand why many prefer the antiseptic and sterile cities and
surburbs. Of course, they have their own
set of problems. (and, rats and spiders)
And, swimming in the river has lost its naïve, childhood appeal –
alligators!
But,
there is a greater, subtler, more widespread and more saturated infection –
that attack the heart and soul. The
wilderness is full of lions and snakes.
“To the
City!” Here we camp in the wilderness,
but march toward the City, whose builder is God himself, singing, “Joy to the world, the Lord is come! Let earth receive her King… No more let sins
and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground; He comes to make His blessings
flow Far as the curse is found,”
“For he looked for a
city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God.” Hebrews 11:10 (KJV)
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