Once upon a time, I
bought a ten-gallon aquarium and put in some of the standard tropical fish;
guppies, tetras, platys, albino catfish and a couple dwarf frogs. All in all, a
pretty boring lot even though the colors were nice. Just swimming up and down,
all around and eating whatever crossed their paths.
Then, every few days,
I would notice a tetra or a guppy lying on the floor behind the tank. Dead, no
signs of homicide or suspicious activities...just a dead fish lying on the carpet.
As I continued to bury them in the circular water tomb, go to the store for
another, there would be another casualty within a couple days. Same modus
operandi, same location, same lack of any physical evidence. I tried my best NCIS
DC/LA/New Orleans tactics, but nothing could be found.
Finally, a weekend came and I was home
with the fish all day for two days. I fed them at their usual time and took my
usual Saturday morning position in the recliner. I noticed how the fish would
circle around the bottom of the tank then make a wild dash to the top to grab a
speck of food then go back down to eat. Then…..as I watched….it happened. A
rogue tetra made his wild dash for a large flake of food, overshot the target
and found himself airborne and headed down for a perfect carpet landing. These
fish just got a bit too excited and exuberant about their food and never
thought of the consequences of their actions. Realizing that these fish have
brains the size of a pinhead, I seriously doubt they have very much logical
thinking ability....however, we as humans do have this capability.
People get carried away about sports,
about money, about possessions, about cars, about where they live, about their
appearance and so many other things. These affect how we interact with our
families, friends and coworkers. They can change out motives and actions to the
point where we are consumed with the acquisition or use of these things to the
point we find ourselves like a fish on the carpet someday. Alone, dried up, and
dead for all intents and purposes (I resisted using 'intents and porpoises' in
a fish story).
As a Christian, we can also become a
bit over-exuberant when we share our faith. Sometimes, we use those horrible
theological words that no one understands. Often we get too pushy and threaten
someone with hellfire and damnation when at the moment they just need some food
or clothing for their children. We forget that when Jesus began His teaching
that he dressed like, associated with and ate with the "bad people"
of the day. How else could they learn? How else could Jesus meet them at the
point of their need?
Don't judge the
teenager with baggy shorts and long hair who is skateboarding down your street
or at the park. I was that kid at one time. Get to know them, meet them at the
point of their need, then when the time is right, share God with them. Don't
judge the adult who uses some inappropriate language (how many of us really say
"oh pooh" when we crunch our pinkie toe on the bedpost?). Get to know
them, love them and then the time will come when you can share with them about
how God honors a purer mouth and tongue.
My hope and desire is that my life as a
Christian man is one that reflects the uncompromising standards of my faith,
yet also reflects the compassion and understanding toward all people created by
the God in whom I believe. I'd much rather be a well-fed, living albino catfish
swimming in the aquarium of God's Love than to be a dead dried up fish on the
carpet of life.
And so my friends, this has been the
gospel according to Jimmy.