Stinging the Giant


It was three o’clock in the morning and my dog was barking in the back yard.

Every night about that time, she would go off. I don’t know why. Dogs are mysterious that way.

I stumbled out of bed found my glasses while grumbling to myself about the stupid dog. Why does she bark like that every night? What is she even barking at?

I went into the garage, tripped over the power wheels jeep, got up and found the q-beam.

I decided I was going to find out once and for all why that dog was barking.

She was at the back fence barking her pea-brain out. As I approached the 5 foot wooden fence, I could hear a rustling in the grass. That’s what is doing it. Is it a racoon, or some possum? Probably a skunk?

I cautiously shined the light over the fence.

It was the neighbor’s sprinkler system. My dumb dog was barking at water!

Just then I felt a burning, stinging sensation in my feet. Remember, its 3:00 am and I’m half asleep. What is that? I looked down and my right foot was a swarming heap, covered in fire ants. I was standing in a fire ant mound and had been for several seconds. I dropped the light and ran. Tried to get them off as quickly as possible.

The damage was done.

I put the dog in the garage and went to find some topical Benedryl. As I tried to soothe my itching foot, I noticed there was still a solitary ant just below the inside ankle still furiously assaulting me. Bent double – holding on with her mandibles and stinging the fire out of me!

I don’t know, maybe it was just late, but I suddenly tried to look at this from her perspective. I was a giant and I had stepped on her home.

What would possess such a small creature to attack something as big as me? Surely she knew she couldn’t win! Surely she knew it would cost her life. None of that seemed to matter. She simply instinctively did what God had made her to do. She crawled up on the giant and stung!

There is something there for us.

(Romans 12:1) I urge you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies a living and holy sacrifice, acceptable to God,

Sometimes we feel about as powerless as an ant on a giant. What can I possibly do to make a difference? God whispers, “That’s not your concern. Just do your job, go sting that giant. I’ll take care of the rest.”

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