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June 8, 2015, 10:29 AM

Everything I need to know I learned from..........a Squirrel......?


Stick with me on this one... but we're going to start this week's blog talking about the squirrels in my front yard.  This Spring, we've noticed three new additions to the usual crowd around the trees.  They're smaller than the others and have a much more playful spirit to their daily routine.  Before you think I'm advocating squirrel-rights or harboring those pesky, lawn-destroying, dog-annoying rodents, I'm not.  We simply are able to observe them every day outside one of the large windows perched delightfully in front of a couch/recliner.  

I am, at different times, entertained by them; annoyed by them; and perplexed by them.  The entertainment comes when, especially the young ones, get into a fit of frivolity and chase each other up/down/around the tree.  They jump on each other and seem to enjoy themselves greatly.  That is cheap entertainment.  All of it turns to annoying when they dig in and around wires for landscape lighting and make holes much bigger than any squirrel needs in the mulch and the "nicer" portions of the area around the house.  If I were a squirrel, I'd have a very systematic approach to digging holes.  There would be quadrants and neatly spaced dig sites in which the optimized hiding and retrieval of nuts would happen.  It seems random is the modus operandi of our furry friends.  

Finally, I find myself perplexed by our furry neighbors.  And I'm fully aware this is where I might really lose you (as if that hasn't happened already, its a theology blog about squirrels).  Do squirrels mind the humidity (this humidity is torture on my tail!)?  Do they ever wish the lawn was mowed a little neater and closer to the ground to better the digging and harvest?  Have squirrels ever thought to themselves:  "I think THAT branch over there would be a better location for our nest, but since we're already here I guess we'll just make do" (all the while constantly staring longingly at the better branch nearby).  Are squirrels ever tired of the constant interruption to their routine when I walk out the door and they scatter like the wind? Judging by their approach to digging, they cant seem to find their way back to the holes they started before interruption.  

I often find myself observing the Church in the same way as I do the squirrels (it keeps getting weirder and weirder with the squirrels).  Often entertained and pleased, but at times perplexed.......and dare I say it, annoyed?!  There is such delight in a body of believers who let themselves worship with abandon.  Maybe its the right song and just the right time, or the lyrics that punch right into the moment.  No matter, when that chorus hits there is nothing better than listening to the voices of a hundred people throwing themselves into the arms of God.  This moves far past enjoyment and becomes a moment when I see past the grime of earth into the holy places.  What joy there is!!!  

But that always comes to an end.  Every song has an end note, and the proper punctuation so we know how long to hold that last refrain.  And we look back down at our own hands and wonder why we stopped digging.  The focus on the best things turns to a focus on the "Important" stuff like doing our job, and building our portfolios, and writing something that matters.  We get back to digging and the fleeting moment of joy vanishes like a light breeze.  Instead of peering through the veil to the holy places we screech to a halt and peer into the emptiness of our worries.  Today dawned bright and new, but our eyes turn to the other branch, wondering if we wouldn't be happier over there.  When we gather on Sunday morning, yes it may be my bright-eyed naivety showing here, but we gather for the important stuff, united by the singular desire to seek God.  And then we get interrupted.  We forget what we were doing here, and instead of doing what is important, we remember the complaints; the worries; the pain.  And we run off to try and remember where we buried them. 

The potentially misread intention here, it seems, is to tell you to not work hard and provide and sing your days away while ignoring responsibility.  Nope.  I would never say that, nor would I assume you are not doing so.  The thoughts I've shared have bloomed from the singular focus of one of God's unique creations, the squirrel; and the inability of God's most precious creation (Us) to focus on THE most important things for more than a few minutes a week.  What sermon could I preach that would return our focus to the roots of our first and most precious love?  What song could we sing that would pierce our souls to the songs sung by the Heavenly Host at the moment of our conversion and commitment to eternity?  It certainly wont happen in a blog about squirrels.  

I pray for the Holy Spirit to invigorate the Church today with a focus befitting our Creator.  And I pray for the entitlement we harbor to vanish into a passion to see God glorified in every thing we do.  Whether you're busy running around a tree playing tag, digging holes in the earth to lay cable or sewer lines, or laying down roots that will hold us into eternity...  remember the important things, those parts of this life that matter.  And next time you get the chance, sit and watch the squirrels.  

 


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