As a Deer Pants - Thirsty Thursday: The Real Enemy

Lets get something straight. I do not want to write about recent current events. I don't. Even as my fingers rattle this out my eyes are teared up because I don't want to say anything more than what I've already said.

But I feel lead to say something. Especially after God gave me one of those "in your face" object lessons.
"Our" Orb Weaver garden spider, July 1
All summer, we've been watching a couple of garden spiders on our bedroom windows. We've also been watching a tenacious group of wasps repeatedly build nest on the ceiling fan on the porch. While it is turning. Even on that string you pull to change the speed. Really.

If you've never heard a young child struck mercilessly by an angry wasp, you might not understand my disdain for them. I myself even have a scar smack in the middle of my forehead thanks to an encounter when I was about the girls' ages.

So one afternoon instead of my usual "throw a jar of soapy water at them and run" routine (seriously, it does kill most wasps!) ... I got one of those cans of death. 27 foot jet? Knockdown foam? Yes please.

Well, it was a bit more powerful than I anticipated, and although I read the instructions didn't really pay much attention to the wind that day. Some of the overspray landed in the area of our bedroom window. Globs of the sticky toxic foam clung in a few places to the garden spider's beautiful web. Oops.

I felt terrible. I kept an eye on the spider, even though there wasn't a thing I could do but apologize. Sure enough, it began acting sickly. But it didn't die. I was beating myself up inside; what kind of cruel monster was I? Oh Lord, what a crappy steward of Your creatures I'm turning out to be.

July 8, about 7:30am
Then one morning the girls and I had breakfast on the front porch. Yes, they're eating Ritz crackers with peanut butter for breakfast. YOU try to get a 3-almost-4-year-old and a 2 year old to eat clean all the time and get back to me with what you learn, K?

Anyways. We ate breakfast outside. On the porch. Just a few feet from where the ailing spider had been hanging on, quite literally, by a thread ... it's poor web in tatters.

Less than an hour from when I snapped that photo of the girls sitting to eat, I discovered the true source of the garden spider's woes. Unmistakable, a cannibalizing black widow. Deadly even to humans, I had fed my girls, carefree and enjoying the sunrise, maybe 6 feet from her nest.

For those untrained in the deadly spiders of Texas ... that is a Black Widow (a rather large one)

How does that relate to current events? Let me tell you. I thought I had done something wrong to that spider, and felt guilty. Meanwhile under the edge of the window, where my children play on a daily basis, a sinister venom was at work. I could have been killing the poisonous spider instead of worrying that I had hurt the helpful spider.

The words of our own President. Spoken at the funeral of white police officers, condemn us white-skinned folks for events in the history that were deplorable, but that we have come past. He gave our country no credit for how far we've come. He gave Americans, no matter their skin color, no confidence in being something beyond the sum of our past. He gave no hope for us to work together but used divisive language to try place blame.

Our true enemy would have us shying into the dark of silence, afraid to voice ... much of anything. Because we are being falsely condemned. Much of the populace of this great country is under a suffocating blanket of condemnation. Jesus didn't come to condemn us and the founding fathers didn't declare, structure, and FIGHT for shackles of shame for the generations to come.

For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him. - John 3:17

Freedom. Lets start living and talking like we're free. Lets stop beating ourselves up for something we didn't do. Lets stop listening to rhetoric of divisiveness hiding under the eaves, waiting for us to tear one another apart.

America is something good. I may not agree with everything any single candidate in as long as I have been a voter says, but I DO agree that America CAN be great again. Not because of who we elect, but because of who we are. Christian brothers and sisters, we have got to stop throwing darts at one another, at non-Christians, and get on our knees and do battle with the REAL ENEMY. That is where we have to start or all else is for naught.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. - Dylan Thomas

In order to live in victory, you must call the enemy's bluff, pull the curtain back, open up your spiritual eyes, and remain continually aware of the one who's truly behind a lot of the stuff you're always blaming on your circumstances, your upbringing, your boyfriend, or whoever. Even on yourself. - Priscilla Shirer, Fervent (pg. 43)

Be on the alert! Your adversary, the devil, prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. - 1 Peter 5:8