I went to the comfort room, about to pee. That’s when I saw a winged ant (“raga-raga” in our vernacular, I’m not quite sure if the former is the right term to address that creature) at the middle of the portion covering the drain of the urinal (I bet it’s called the “trap”). That is where I was led into this dilemma:
Hmm…
First option: To save it. [Which is, by far, disgusting! Come to think of it, I’d be sticking out my hand into the urinal [not to mention the accumulated bacteria, protozoa, and viruses from the previous urine encounters!) Although I have to admit that I’m a pro-life advocate (especially when it comes to animals), maybe this situation is an exemption – knowing for a fact that we’re talking about an insect here. Or maybe it’s only my way of making an alibi that actually shows my adamance in not wanting to meddle with the pest’s circumstance.
Second option: Even though it’s against my will, perform involuntary euthanasia (quite an ironic term to quote though) – which is, to go on urinating, dismissing the fact that it “might” or it “will” kill the helpless creature.
Even though I claimed to be a pro-life devotee, I preferred the latter choice. Then His conviction came.
My initial response was this: This is just an insignificant being, a pest for that matter, why should I worry about its existence? It’s lifespan is not that long anyway. But it seemed like God was telling me: “Your response was the exact opposite of My nature.” And before I can even utter a word, He vindicated the situation and gave me the moral of the allegory.
He told me that I (yes, me), was actually the winged ant – dirty, groping desperately for survival, hoping that my wings would dry up so that I can easily escape the plight – but to no avail, regardless of my struggle – I was helpless, incapacitated, lost. My circumstance was the urine, at any moment it will be flushing me down the drain, eradicating my existence for good. (We all know whose behind this devised maneuver – the “enemy”, as we cite it.)
Dissimilar with what really transpired (yes the poor fella died – I admit, guilt is due me – but if not for it, I wouldn’t have had this realization), God always comes to our rescue. Regardless of our filth, fetidness, handicap, “unlovability”, He “CHOSE” to descend from His throne and “OPTED” to offer Himself up just so as we may gain this salvation (which is, by the way, free).
His mercy. His great love. His undying compassion for mankind. So far, the reminder of His Crucifixion — the undeniable evidence of His sincerity.
God gave Jesus to save us (John 3:16). Jesus loved us, took good care of us, gave us everything – even at the cost of His life – that’s how priceless we are to Him. Partly, this was my revelation. But I told God: “Lord, this is just unfair! You gave Your Son, yet we, through our ancestors, mocked Him, despised Him, turned our backs from Him, and overlooked Him. Nonetheless, why are You doing this? Why choose us over your Son, You’re very own?”
God’s response was: “Ssssssh. My son, everything you see was intended for you. I envisioned my creation to mesmerize you. I wanted you to admire them – to appreciate My efforts in creating them – simple because I LOVE YOU. Even if I was to give my very own Son, I never thought twice – because that’s how irreplaceable you are. Remember? I was the one who knitted you in your mother’s womb (Psalm 139:13); even your hair was numbered (Matthew 10:30); even your fingerprints are unique; because I delighted in making you; because you are My own, My very own. Nothing can separate you from My love, not money, not circumstance, not failures, not an imperfect family, nor poverty, not even death (Romans 8:37-39). Always remember what I told you in Ephesians:”
“…how WIDE, how LONG, how HIGH, and how DEEP My love really is.” Ephesians 3:18 (NLT, Emphasis mine)
“John, do you think ’twas an accident why your mother named you that way? No, it was part of my masterpiece. Because your name signifies My love, My mercy, My grace. And I want you to live up to your name. I want you to be the paradigm of My love, mercy, and grace. Because that’s your purpose.”
And with these words I cried, with these words I was reminded to be thankful of how “loved” I am, with these words I will face tomorrow with the security of His love, with these words I will radiate His love, mercy, and grace.
It’s just ridiculous how God can use a minute creature in such an insignificant place just for me to be reminded of His love. It might not necessarily be the same for you but I know that God also speaks in words only He can relate to/with you — something only you and Him can share. Wherever you are, whatever you do, feel God’s love in the air — His love — the only thing that can complement your being.
Who complements your heart?
Freely Express 