One morning I wasted nearly an hour
watching a tiny ant carry a huge feather across my back terrace. Several times
it was confronted by obstacles in its path and after a momentary pause it would
make the necessary detour. At one point the ant had to negotiate a crack in the
concrete about 10mm wide. After brief contemplation the ant laid the feather
over the crack, walked across it and picked up the feather on the other side
then continued on its way.
I was fascinated by the ingenuity
of this ant, one of God’s smallest creatures. It served to reinforce the
miracle of creation. Here was a minute insect, lacking in size yet equipped
with a brain to reason, explore, discover and overcome. But this ant, like the
two-legged co-residents of this planet, also shares human failings. After some time
the ant finally reached its destination – a flower bed at the end of the
terrace and a small hole that was the entrance to its underground home. And it
was here that the ant finally met its match. How could that large feather
possibly fit down that small hole? Of course it couldn’t. So the ant, after all
this trouble and exercising great ingenuity, overcoming problems all along the
way, just abandoned the feather and went home.
The ant had not thought the problem
through before it began its epic journey and in the end the feather was nothing
more than a burden. Isn’t life like that! We worry about our family, we worry
about money or the lack of it, we worry about work, about where we live, about
all sorts of things. These are all burdens – the things we pick up along life’s
path and lug them around the obstacles and over the crevasses that life will
bring, only to find that at the destination they are useless and we can’t take
them with us.
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