In my classroom we have five tiny frogs and some tadploes in an aquarium. Today I watched one small frog eat another frog. I did not know they even did that in Frogland. But there sat the eater, bloated and unmoving, he couldn't even close his mouth completely, with a tiny piece of his lunch sticking out.
A while later, the captured frog had wriggled around and managed to get both his hind legs out.
I had to leave then, so I can't tell you what happened to that poor frog.
But I thought about it and wondered if I am a bit like that cannibal frog.
I think that I overfeed.
I hear too many sermons, read too many books. Absorb too many other people's ideas.
And all I get is stuffed. Do I digest it all? No. It just sits there in my mind, of little use to me.
Great sermon. Wonderful book. Excellent article.
All good.
But I don't need to eat another frog.
I need my own food.
One bite at a time.
I have forgotten most of the sermons I ever heard.
But I can last for weeks on one little Word the Holy Spirit drops into my heart. I think about it. Roll it around in my thoughts.
Act upon it. I live by these chunks of tru th Holy Spirit feeds me.
Daily bread. Sufficient.



