Playing with the buzzards
Here in the good old South we have a rather repulsive type of a bird, but one that nonetheless performs a vital service for our ecosystem.
I am speaking of the common buzzard, which I am told is actually the same thing as what is called a vulture in other locales.
Buzzards can be seen flying in large flocks over any area in which some unfortunate creature has died and is laying out on the ground. They are more than happy to make a meal off of that dead creature, thus helping us by making sure that carcasses do not simply sit around and rot!
I live in Polkville. We have a small house but a huge view. The sky is most always blue and the air clean. But quite often that blue, clean, country air will be filled with buzzards.
A few years ago I was walking through my yard and noticed a few of them overhead. On that particular day I did not have anywhere pressing to be, and with a few spare minutes on my hands, my brain began to wander, which is usually the precursor of something odd or dangerous.
And so it was that I found myself on the ground in a fetal position. I was not hurt, mind you, just mischievously curious. Watching those buzzards, I had found myself thinking “I wonder what would happen if...”
I lay there on the ground, trying to look like a dying creature. Then I began a plaintive moaning, half-wailing sound that I hoped came close to mimicking a creature whose time on earth was drawing to a close. “Eeeaaayah! Eeeaaayah! Eeeaaayah!” And then I felt cold, as if a shadow was upon me.
I looked up in time to see a huge buzzard flying about six feet over top of me, checking me out!
I literally made eye contact with that repulsive thing, and I kid you not, when he saw me move, it looked as if he suddenly got the most discouraged look on his face, sort of a “Rats! He’s going to live!” kind of thing. There was actually a creature out there that was hoping for my demise, and disappointed that it turned out otherwise!
You may never do what I did. I figure most people wont, in fact!
But you still have a repulsive creature circling you, hoping for you to lay down and give up. He is called the devil, and according to Job chapters one and two, his desire is to use whatever power is at his disposal to get you to give up, just throw in the towel and quit. And when you do, he will devour you.
Don’t do it!
Galatians 6:9 says “And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.” Just keep going, never ever ever quit!
There is too much to live for, God is too good, the sky is too blue, and the future holds too much potential for you to ever give up! Martin Gilbert in his monumental work on World War I described a British officer who had been grievously wounded and whose death seemed imminent. He said of him “But with characteristic stubbornness, he declined to die.” I love that!
Does it seem like you can feel the shadow overhead as that old buzzard the devil circles ever nearer? Have some fun today: look him in the eyeballs, smile, grab tight hold of God’s help for one more day, and let the devil know that he will need to look elsewhere for his meal!
Dr. Bo Wagner is pastor of the Cornerstone Baptist Church of Mooresboro, NC, and the author of several books. His books are available at www.wordofhismouth.com.