The Streets of Grossness

The unequal contest between vehicles and the toads seems well decided. I think about the best the little toads can hope for is to escape to fight another day. Perhaps one side in this contest didn't realize a war was on, but the casualties laying in our streets are a gross sight to walk over. With all that in mind, I cannot but help think of the biblical plague of frogs just before the Exodus. When the Bible uses plague, I suspect that what we have here in Julesburg is not even close. A plague of toads would be something more along the lines of stepping on six or eight toads every time you took a step, waking up with a few dozen toads on top of the blanket (assuming any sleep were possible), no place to sit because of the toad population and a very pathetic and funny mental picture of the cat looking mournfully at me as he tries to get some sleep with a pile of toads on top of him. Once more, what we face each day in this life pales to minor inconvenience when compared to the biblical plagues of old.

Does everything we face in this life compare only weakly to the Bible? Perhaps, but what we cannot do is face what is thousands of years in the past. If it is suffering that we want on a biblical scale, we have the Apocalypse coming up. But, what we face each day is all we have to live with. I cannot feel the suffering of the ancient Israelites. You cannot suffer with the saints of old. It matters less to us what Doeg the Edomite faced, than what we can learn from it to apply to this day, the one you and me must face with Christ our Lord.

In case you have forgotten, old Doegie was the one who carried out Saul's order to execute 85 of God's priests who had helped David. Probably not something we would want our name remembered for as long as the Bible lasts. This may also explain why 'Doeg' is not often chosen as a biblical name to christen children in this age. Whatever you and I must face this day, at least we don't have to face God having executed a whole bunch of the priests who helped the Lord's anointed king. I suspect the old 'the king made me do it' excuse will carry about as much weight as the devil one when judgment time comes.

This day, I only have to face my tribulations with a clean slate, forgiven and forgotten by God through the death of His Son. Whatever our past holds, it cannot keep it when God places it as far from His memory as the east is from the west.

Have a fine Labor Day,
Bucky