Not all bugs had it so easy, though. As
a youngster, Norman, unwise to the hazards of human-folks, had lost his right
foreleg in a slammed screen door on Mrs. Adkins’ back porch and was pitched headlong
into the School of Hard Knocks. He soon learned that single-legged meal
trapping was pert near unmanageable, and simple things like walking through tall
grass or creeping up a church wall took him twice as long as the other little
mantises. And to make matters all the worse, instead of being sympathetic to
his dilemma, the local bug-boys poked fun at his awkward prey-catching and
called him “Preyless” Hyde.
Because his slowness made him
customarily tardy, by the time Norman reached the windowsill, Pastor Titus was
concluding the morning message. The preacher pounded the podium with his fist
and bellowed, “Beloved, we may be troubled on every side, but we refuse to be
distressed.”
“Amen!” shouted Norman, but the humans
didn’t seemed to notice.
“We may be cast down, but we will not be destroyed,” the preacher
thundered. “Yes, like the Apostle Paul, we know what it’s like to go hungry,
but whether in lack or abundance, we can
do all things through Christ who strengthens us! Men and women, boys and girls…”
And
bugs, thought Norman.
“Poverty
must not paralyze God’s people from taking the hope of the Gospel – the Good
News of Jesus – to a hurting world. As the prophet Isaiah heard the cry of the
Lord the year King Uzziah died, oh, people of God, hear His voice calling today,
‘Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?’”
Norman volunteered quicker than an
American Revolutionary minuteman. He waved his front leg enthusiastically and
cried, “Here am I; send me!”
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