The animal world has a certain hierarchy that is more complex than would first appear evident. Although it is true that some may be higher on the food chain than others, there is still the all-sovereign food chain itself that makes that same animal both hunted and the hunter. Within this animal food chain, there is an animal that truly befuddles me—the weasel.
The weasel is not a particularly cunning animal, nor is it large. It does not have any great presence at all in terms of appearance. I venture to say that the slinky, scrawny flesh on its body does not even make a good broth. In fact, the only thing that I have ever heard about a weasel is its notoriety for invading hen houses.
Well, I realize that many of you endeavoring to read this may have prior knowledge of their despicable feeding methods. For those of you with weak stomachs—perhaps it may be a good time for a page flip. If you have opted to stay--here we go. You see, the weasels preferred diet is chicken and their eggs. Survival of the fittest does not seem to apply here. Their unexpressed but apparent purpose in life is to eat some form of chicken. In itself, this is not so bad because well, we eat chicken and their eggs, too. (Except, hopefully, we can add that this is not our only purpose in life.)
However, it is the way that the weasel conducts its business regarding its predilection for chicken that is most disturbing. The weasel will stealthily approach a hen house and find a hen nesting on her eggs. The chicken, in this position, will surrender herself in order to protect her offspring-an admirable trait. The weasel will accept her offer even as she tries desperately to cover her eggs. But when she is expired, the weasel will then reach into the nest and also steal the eggs. I shudder at the thought. But, this natural occurrence leads me to the following thoughts:
First-I am thankful that I was not born a chicken.
Second-I am thankful that I was not born a weasel.
Third-if you were born a chicken in this world, do not reason with,
submit to, or compromise with weasels.
Finally-endeavor never to act like a weasel.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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