Christian Notes: Weogufka Second Baptist Church
Christian Notes: Weogufka Second Baptist Church
Christian Notes: Weogufka Second Baptist Church
But we were there for them. I would look for the will pick us up, hopeless and lost though we may
tell-tale circling track in the sand. "There's be, and gently deposit us on the other side.
another," I would shout, and Annie would rush to "Rescuer," you know means about the same as
the rescue site to lift yet another victim to safety. "Savior." Jesus is that Rescuer. He knows the
What would explain this great worm exodus? As way.
we worked together as a finely-tuned mercy Are you tired of going round in circles, fighting
team, a theory began to unfold. There must have fatigue and the fear of being squashed flat? Lift
been some worm of a disk jockey on a late night your weary head one more time and utter a faint
station who had offered a prize for the worm who worm-prayer. And then watch for your Rescuer.
made it to the other side. That must be it! Look up! Look up!
But who would receive the prize? We began to
look for that one worm winner who possessed
that stamina, courage, and unerring sense of
direction required for this daring expedition. Did
this one make it, I would wonder as I traced his
trail in the sand. No, here he starts to curve
around. Invariably, one after another, the worms
would lapse into circles, aimlessly crawling,
going nowhere--rapidly at first, then slower and
slower as their precious resources drained away.
We were almost back to the house when we
found him, the worm who had bet against the
odds and won. We traced his trail from one side
of the road to the other. But no, he was within
inches of the grass on the far side when he veered
and began heading the wrong direction, back to
where he came from, the "Wrong Way Carrigan"
of the worm world.
I tell you no lie. It actually happened, though I
can't vouch for the disk jockey part. But enough
of grainy, bedraggled worms.
As Annie and I joked and rescued our way back
to the house I thought of people I know. Where
are we on our journey? Where are we going,
anyway? Do we have a life goal, a destination, or
are we just wandering?
A verse came to mind as I acted as chief worm-
spotter: "I will instruct you and teach you the way
you should go; I will counsel you with my eye
upon you" (Psalm 32:8). If only those worms had
air support--someone with perspective to radio
down their position--they could make it.
And I thought of how desperately we need a
Guide to show us the way across, a Rescuer who