The Forgotten Ant
One day, I saw a large ant on the floor of my garage. It was covered with dust and did not look very well but it was alive. I suspected this ant was lost from its colony, where ever it was, and was dying. Perhaps a crumb of bread and a drink of water may ease the burden of this ant and maybe make dying a little more bearable for it I thought. So I started to search for a bite of bread and a drop of water but then something distracted me and I forgot about the ant.
Later I again found it. It was dead. As I held it in the palm of my hand, looking for any sign of life in it, almost hoping God would let it live again because I had forgotten about it, the Spirit touched my mind and gave me this thought. How many people had I known who had died alone without God because I had forgotten them, forgotten to give them a crumb of bread and a drop of water ? How many others could yet live ?
I spent time thinking about these thoughts. I had the bread of life, the drink of salvation, the things which could ease the burdens of those I had forgotten, and yet, as important as those things are, I had become distracted. But it is not too late to hold them in my hands, to show them the God who will ease the burdens of their spirits and bring life to those who eat of the bread and drink of the water.
One day, I saw a large ant on the floor of my garage. It was covered with dust and did not look very well but it was alive. I suspected this ant was lost from its colony, where ever it was, and was dying. Perhaps a crumb of bread and a drink of water may ease the burden of this ant and maybe make dying a little more bearable for it I thought. So I started to search for a bite of bread and a drop of water but then something distracted me and I forgot about the ant.
Later I again found it. It was dead. As I held it in the palm of my hand, looking for any sign of life in it, almost hoping God would let it live again because I had forgotten about it, the Spirit touched my mind and gave me this thought. How many people had I known who had died alone without God because I had forgotten them, forgotten to give them a crumb of bread and a drop of water ? How many others could yet live ?
I spent time thinking about these thoughts. I had the bread of life, the drink of salvation, the things which could ease the burdens of those I had forgotten, and yet, as important as those things are, I had become distracted. But it is not too late to hold them in my hands, to show them the God who will ease the burdens of their spirits and bring life to those who eat of the bread and drink of the water.
