The Look-a-like

I have been watching it off and on now for near about an hour.  I cannot seem to help myself.  The book is a good read, the chair by a sunny window is most comfortable, but it's presence on the window ledge is compelling.  I read a bit and watch a bit.  It looks like a pecan weevil, but there are no pecan trees near here, or in the library where I am perched for a spell. I have battled them among the pecan trees at the farm for years so I know them.  Maybe this one is not hunting pecans, but it is at least worthy of being called weevil.  

This look-a-like friend of mine is in a hopeless situation.  He must be wondering how it came to be.  Instead of being outside which is home, he is inside which must seem like the distant country mentioned in the parable of the prodigal son.  As I watch he keeps bumping up against the warm glass of the sunny window as if it is going to somehow set him free to go home.  Again and again he butts his head with it.  He crawls off a piece and tries again with the same results.  It does not seem that he is going to get out of his predicament without some help.  Hopeless is where he is.   

My look-a-like friend reminds me of me.  Actually, he speaks to me about the gospel message which has so changed my life.  So many of us have had the experience of knowing we were lost, in a hopeless situation, and unable to find our way to the Home where we belonged.  Like a great warm sunny window, the wrong choices that pulled us away from being who we were created to be formed a barrier between the distant country we were choosing and the Home we were no longer able to see or know.  As my weevil friend needs someone to pick him up gently and carry him outside, so do we need the Christ to do much the same for us.  We need Him to deliver us and put us back where we belong. This weevil cannot live in here. He was made for out there.  We were not made for the hopelessness of the distant country, but for the Home of grace made for us by Jesus.