The Little gerbil
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Dying is a very dull, dreary affair. And my advice to you is to have nothing whatever to do with it. W. Somerset Maugham (1874 - 1965) |
Do you ever as a believer ask yourself the question, what's life all about? What's the meaning of life? Well, in our heads at least we know the answer , To Glorify God and enjoy Him forever. And at times, as the circumstances creep up on us, and make life seem intolerably hard, how can you ever believe during duress it is from the hand of a loving God? And if it isn't, doesn't that negate the first clause, to Glorify Him and enjoy Him forever.
Sometimes you feel like a little rat, no, I distincly have no fondness for rats, a little gerbil, running round the wheel. pushing as hard as you can, harder, harder. And the little gerbils legs get tired of running the race, and it falters. And only mildly holds utter and total despair at bay. And all around the little gerbil, life rolls on. So, what happened to make the little gerbil different? What did it do, to make there life so hard, when everywhere else, life rolls on, admittedly with all the difficulties and tummults all of life entails, but being a little gerbil doesn't protect you from the normal ills of life either.
Eventually, the little gerbil, is near the edge from all that running. Why does it have to run faster and harder than everyone else, and still get nowhere near where most of civilization is in life? The little gerbils relative even, the big strong daddy gerbil, is just a few feet away, oblivous of his floundering off-spring, and the little gerbil fills with tears as he hears daddy gerbil laugh at his TV. The TV, a source of conflict, in the family, a source of being disregarded all thru life in favour of the TV. yet daddy gerbil didn't try and please God. He didnt' do anything terribly evil either, but his life rolled along, and he had a life. One he chose and he made of it what he wanted. life goes on, except in the cage running around on the little wheel.
And the little gerbil waits. Waits for there time to come. Waits for freedom, and life, AND love. And it remembers a saying that always used to be near to its lips. I always believed this was a world without love, and tis true. And as the cage closes in, and gets smaller, and the little gerbils anger gets greater, it thinks the anger will surely make it burst the cage all on its own. And it grows, and grows and grows. Then music. Feeling under the afflicting hand of God, and that this surely cannot be borne out of love, and trapped in this cage, how can anything be good? how can life be lived from behind these bars? Muzak. And the irony of the song, about kindness and repentance brings the little gerbil lower. And it knows that all it can do is hold on, and feeling afflicted by God, and not part of the normal world, as it goes on its merry way, the little gerbil knows to wait is all there is to do. And the little gerbil knows, even thru its tears and longing for life in a normal way, after so many years already robbed, that the real bars the real prison, are in its mind. once the bars are lifted, it will once again be able to fly, and the wheel will not seem so fast and so hard. But till then, the little gerbil runs round and round, frantic to find a way out of the cage, and waits for the anchor to take hold again, to steady it on its way.
Maybe The little gerbil should become a prozac gerbil, just like Prozac Pilgrim
