So, I was working out in my basement, which is equipped with two very large windows, complete with very large window wells. As I was jumping up and down from my stepper, I realized I had company. Someone was jumping along with me. A frog had hopped right into my window well, and now could not get out. Itís at least five feet deep, so I knew his little hops, no matter how mighty, were not going to cut it. Thus, unless I wanted him to end his days there, I would have to help him out.
Out came the bucket. The well is large, but not big enough, I felt, for me to climb down there with him, within hopping distance of landing on me. I wanted to help him, not be his friend. My solution: the bucket. Tie string to bucket. Lower bucket. Scoop up frog. Dump frog in pond 300 feet away.
Problem: Frog doesnít like bucket. Frog hops away from bucket. I plop bucket around the well after him. He hops away.
This continued for a while. Sigh.
New solution: Shovel. Scoop up frog with shovel. Dump frog in pond 300 feet away.
Problem: Frog doesnít like shovel. And, the well is barely wide enough for me to get a good angle for scooping.
After many, many, MANY attempts, I finally climbed down the ladder to get a better angle, hoping, oh please, that he wouldnít hop my way, or, worse yet, hop from the shovel into my face once I started lifting him up out of the well!
After a few miss-scoops, it finally worked. I ally-ooped him up out of the well, then followed him up. I scooped him up again from the grass, quickly walked him over to the pond, and slid him off the shovel at the bank.
Have a nice life, little guy. And donít come back!
Now, Iím left thinking. Iím sure the frog wanted out of there. He must have realized there was no food or water, and he would die, right? Or maybe not. He obviously couldnít tell I was trying to help him, or he wouldnít have fought me so.
Aha. Itís me. Itís all of us at one time or another. We donít realize weíre in trouble. Or, we are sure our ďmightyĒ hops are going to get us out, if we just - keep Ė jumping!
God extends the bucket. God reaches in with a shovel. He even goes so far as to climb down into our world with us to save us. But, like the frog with the fly-sized brain, we donít see it. We see threat instead of rescue, or help we donít want. Why? Wasnít the frog much better off after I was finally able to help him? Of course. But he could not realize that from his vantage point. His automatic response was to flee. We can be so stubborn, blind, rebellious, and more. If we could just realize that God is trying to help us, weíll end up much better off too. We have to trust.
At one point, I was tempted to just forget it. He could stay there. If he didnít want out, he would suffer his fate. But, I decided to keep trying. I finally succeeded by forcing my will on him.
God wonít. He wants to save us. He doesnít want to leave anyone in the well. He will continue to extend the bucket and shovel, but we have to hop on.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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