I went backpacking on Isle Royale with some buddies one year after college got out in May. When we arrived on the beautiful Island there was still some snow on the ground. We enjoyed all the wild life on the Island. We saw foxes, moose, loons and the many different birds of Northern Michigan. We caught Northern Pike from the inland lakes and had a grand old time.
On the trip we decided to hike the Green Stone Ridge trail down the middle of the beautiful Island. After hiking all morning and eating a trail lunch; we decided to take an early afternoon nap in the great out-doors. With my sun-burnt head rested on my backpack I fell into a deep sleep. I was awakened by my friend Don who was whispering in my ear. In a very quiet but alert tone, stated, "Don't move! Look at your feet!"
To my huge surprise a cow moose was eating grass at my feet. A giant moose mouth was eating down her lunch next to my occupied hiking boots. Slowly, I moved my endangered feet back till she consumed her way on down the Isle Royale footpath.
However, I had an even closer moose encounter on that hiking adventure. I was with Don Cochrane and we spotted a huge bull moose on the trail in a thick cluster of trees. Don wanted a picture of the grand beast with huge antlers. So he devised a crazy proposal. Don hid on the other side of the Green-Stone trail and asked me to bushwhack into the woods and get behind the moose and slowly stroll toward the bull. His idea was that the mighty creature would retreat from me and stagger out onto the hiking trail and my buddy would get his prize-winning wildlife shot.
We learned; Moose do not think like Don and I. The big old boy did view me as a hazard as I came up to his large hairy rump. However, moose do not flee from perils. They stand and face their adversary. I was shaken as the mighty male moose turned and walked straight at me. It got faster and faster. So I turned and retreated as fast as my heart-pounding body could move. The big old bull moose was much more clever then me. It knew how to put danger on the run. I’m fortunate! I do not have a permanent moose print in my rump.
It was something that Don and I could laugh about later that day as we were safe and sound in our tent.
Christians need to think more like Bull Moose. When Satan comes at us we tend to run in fear. I was with some friends as we looked for a friend that had become homeless due to alcohol. We were looking under bridges and in train cars till we found our lost friend and got him help. A demon manifested to our small search party. It was obvious that it wanted to create fear and cause us to retreat from our mission. We gathered in prayer and condemned the evil being in the name of our Lord, Jesus Christ and continued on our mission. (Which was successful.)
DO NOT RUN!
Run to the battle. Put on the full armor of God and watch Satan flee. James 4:7, “Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.” Lift up that sword of faith and swing back at the enemy of our soul. Pray witness and bring harm to his territory.
DO NOT RUN!