Slugs are gross. Another burning question for God when I get
to heaven: Why slugs? That’s right after, why didn’t we get a third set of
teeth? (And maybe, explain the reason for midges, please?)
One of the most prolific living things in our garden is
slugs. And their cousins the snails. Voracious appetites. Sliming along
munching our strawbs and lettuce and spinach – nothing redeeming about them as
far as I can tell.
This morning I spied the tell-tale trail of one wandering
round the doormat. The very rough doormat at the garden door. A modicum of
sympathy for him as I thought of how bad that must feel on an exposed belly.
Well, then, but what was he doing inside my house? Should have stayed outside
in the pouring rain.
He got into the house, but he was flummoxed by the scratchy
doormat. The doormat is there to stop the dirt (and slugs) from entering the
house. Great thing to have.
It’s good to have a scratchy doormat on every entry way to
one’s mind and spirit. There are an awful lot of slimy ideas in current
culture. If we’re not vigilant, they can slide into our thoughts and begin to
transform our thinking in ugly ways, ways that intertwine and gradually become
entangled with the godly thoughts we previously held.
That scratchy doormat is the Word of God, in writing and in
person, and the Holy Spirit. It is friends who hold us accountable. It is
meditative listening for that still small voice.
Be alert, Jesus ordered. Don’t let any of those gross ideas
move in with you.
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