My guest room doubles as a kind of makeshift office for me. This is the room where I go for my Quiet time, to pray, and often to work on Bible Study. One day not too long ago, I noticed, much to my horror, a lizard with me there.
Let me be very clear: I hate it when lizards get into my house. I don’t mind them so much outdoors, on their own turf, but not in my home! That’s my territory!
This particular lizard wasn’t really creepy, as lizards usually are, by virtue of its diminutive size. In fact, it was so little that it was kind of cute – and it was really spunky. It would zip past me and then stop to look around, turning its head sharply in all directions. I got my dustpan and a hand broom and attempted to capture and remove it. But it was far too fast for me. I couldn’t catch it. It also became evident that if I managed to get it into the dustpan, it was likely to run up my arm. That being more than I was willing to deal with, I abandoned the effort.
I left the room, and when I returned I didn’t see it again. But that did not set my mind at ease. I assumed it was either still in the room or was somewhere in my house.
Thereafter, I kept my shoes on at all times.
Two days later, with no lizard sightings, I walked into the room, and there it was – on the floor in the middle of the room. It did not move. It just sat there, stone still. I retrieved my dustpan and easily scooped it up. I held it prone with the broom, but returned it to my front yard without a hassle, and so thankful to get the intruder out of my comfort zone.
Here’s the thing.
That little lizard came into a foreign environment and it was an environment not conducive to its needs as a lizard. It was young and energetic, but it remained where it did not belong. And over time, because it was not in a healthy habitat, it got weak and it got slow.
To the lizard, I looked like a big scary enemy. But after a period of time, it didn’t care. It was too tired and hungry and thirsty to fight. Or even to flee. It practically begged me to take it, just to put it out of its misery.
I lost the initial battle with the lizard, but eventually, I won the war. In the process, I learned how wars are lost:
When cut off from what they need, people tend to give up.
Christians in America are looking more and more like lizards inside a lovely home that disguises harsh and killing environs. We are surrounded by a culture that grows increasingly less tolerant of the Biblical principles and standards upon which this nation was founded. And as we seek, like the lizard, to blend in unnoticed, we cut ourselves off from our life essentials. In that place, we grow weak.
And it’s easy to discard us.
If it is disagreeable in your sight to serve the Lord, choose for yourselves today whom you will serve: whether the gods which your fathers served which were beyond the River, or the gods of the Amorites in whose land you are living; but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.
You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden; nor does anyone light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on the lampstand, and it gives light to all who are in the house.
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