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Friday, 14 September 2012

The fly ( a modern day parable )

THE FLY
This was written by a lovely lady from my poetry group please share your thoughts and likes so we can encourage her to do more 
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I lay in bed and as I prayed I became aware of a small fly on the bedroom window. I watched as he struggled to propel himself towards the top of the pane. Vertical ascent was obviously too difficult for him, but patiently and painstakingly I saw him zig zag his way upwards. At the end of each stage he would stop, as if to catch his breath and renew his energy before entering into the next strenuous stage of his difficult journey.

Despite his problems he continued undaunted although progress was slow and energy expended great. He didn't give up. "Good for him!" I thought, as I perceived his strength of character. (If indeed an insect can be said to have character!) Then all of a sudden, without a word of warning or a backward glance, my little friend propelled himself away from the glass, thrust out his wings and took to flight. And oh what a different picture he now gave. Instead of a struggling, perilous mountaineer, struggling to achieve his purpose, he now effortlessly and gracefully soared upwards. His progress now was less like a mountain climber inching his lonesome way up a sheer precipice, but more like a sailor in a beautiful yacht being blown towards its destination by the force of a powerful wind.

It's strange, but I learnt a great deal from my early morning observations. (Isn't it amazing how God can use something as simple as a fly on a window to teach us new truths about Himself?) You see I was congratulating that fly for his tireless struggle. Cheering him on if you like! He wasn't going to give up. He was one of life's winners! But actually, although he was putting on a brave face, he was really rather foolish. You see all the while he endeavoured to reach his target by the power of his six small legs; he was carrying a secret aid, his wings! He tried to walk to the top when all the time he had within him the ability to fly there, effortlessly. 

If a man was to jump from an aeroplane with a parachute strapped to his back, but fail to pull the string, we would have little sympathy with his subsequent downfall. My fly was very much like that. He had the equipment, but refused to use it.

Then I got to thinking about my own life. How I struggle sometimes just to keep my head up, meet deadlines, balance money, and please those around me. Just to survive in this life sometimes seems like climbing a mountain. Teetering forwards, slipping back a bit, hauling ourselves on with every ounce of energy we can muster. Then often falling into bed at the end of the day totally exhausted! And don't we love those who seem to take the most effort getting the job done? Those martyrs who just won't give up until everything is perfect. We treat them like heroes, encourage them, cheer them on, and help to mop their tired brows with our praise and adoration.

BUT it doesn't have to be like that! 

Just like my insect acquaintance, we too have hidden reserves which we can turn to. And again like him we would be better to turn to them first, before we try to cope alone, before we exhaust ourselves in the effort of self propulsion.

Our God, The creator, The Almighty, is with us. He is waiting to leap to our assistance. Not grudgingly as if it was going to put Him out in some way, or stop Him doing something He would rather do. In fact rather than sitting placidly waiting for us to call on Him, He humbled Himself and became like us. To experience our troubles, to know how difficult it is sometimes just to cope with day to day living, He came and allowed Himself to suffer far more than we will ever have to. At the hands of that which He had created He was teased, taunted, abused, rejected. He was homeless, penniless, friendless. Then eventually, after everyone had turned against Him, He was killed. All that He faced for the privilege of knowing how to help us when we call. 

Oh how He longs to help. How His heart must ache when He sees us struggle. Can't you hear Him saying He wants to help? Can't you see Him showing you His hands? "Look! This is what I suffered so I could help you my child." He whispers. He wants to help. NO He longs to help. 

What will He do? He will stoop down, whisper words of comfort in your ear, and carry you clear of that which is causing you concern. He will take you out of the front line and refresh you! Then He will show you the situation from His perspective, an eternal perspective. And finally He will help you to deal with whatever it is that has troubled you.

Watch and see Him smile as He observes you gliding through the opposition instead of pushing and pulling, and being knocked about on every side.

Now can you see? Now can you understand? Just like the fly, we too have wings! How long will we struggle before we leap away from the glass, thrust our wings wide, and trust ourselves into the arms of our loving saviour?



He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. 
Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall:

But those who hope in The Lord will renew their strength. 
They will soar on wings like eagles. 
They will run and not grow weary; they will walk and not be faint.
Isaiah 41:29-31

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