THOUGHTS

May 9, 2020

A revision of a reprint from Facebook jail, 2014

We've all had the big, bad wolf huff and puff.  Some have even had their houses blown down.  In that event, one must learn to run really fast and find cover.  Sometimes even when you've built on the right foundation, the big, bad wolf still comes to huff and puff.  Some in this current pandemic feel like it is happening to them, even to good and godly people.

And the moral to the story is,

if life gives you a big bad wolf,

make wolf stew.

We have an enemy of our soul who looks down our chimney with evil intent.  We must keep the Word of God with a burning heart, the fire of the Holy Spirit.  1.  We must build on the right foundation.  2.  Build with the right materials.  3.  Keep the fire burning in our souls.  4.  Trust in the Master Builder who has gone to prepare a place for us.  5.  Learn to make wolf stew.

Think of the apostle Paul who before his conversion dragged Christians, men and women, out of their homes for persecution, even death.  God saw.  God. knew.  He decided to blind the man and knock him off his ass until He would listen to His voice.  God wanted to use his zeal for the kingdom instead.  Afterwards, Paul spent a lot of time in prison, not for killing Christians, but for spreading the Gospel and rattling the rafters of the Pharisees.  The big bad wolf got converted.

"Now Saul (later called Paul), still breathing threats and murder against the disciples of the Lord, went to the high priest and asked for letters from him to the synagogues at Damascus, so that if he found any belonging to the Way, both men and women, he might bring them bound to Jerusalem."  Acts 9:1.  Sounds like huffing and puffing to me.

Right now it's a war against gophers around here with huffing and puffing at their holes.  The count is 27.  It is dangerous to walk around without stepping in a gopher hole or where the dogs have dug larger holes trying to catch them.  Alas, the gophers are losing their playground. Build it and they will come: our son is building a softball field since his 16 year old twin star players were not able to finish their season, and their travel ball is put on hold.  It will have a batting cage and a practice field.   So, the plan of action is to put a hose down a hole until a gopher pops up and the black, sleek mean machine of a wiener dog catches them.  He's living it up in his old age playing the big bad wolf.  I tried to be the huffer and puffer to route out a few gophers who were digging up my new morning glory plants; but when I put the hose down the hole, only a fat toad came scrambling out.