There’s Foxes Trying to Get in the Chicken Coop

Song of Solomon 2:15

Catch us the foxes, The little foxes that spoil the vines, for our vines have tender grapes.

I never understood this verse until now.  I was reading a book and Charles Spurgeon was quoted saying that we need to be careful of little foxes in the vineyard. The book itself, for me, Sin No More by Michael L. Brown, started out as a rehashing of  things I know but, it got me thinking.

“Sin is bad in the eye, worse in the tongue, worse still in the heart but worst of all in the life.”   Thomas Brooks

I have a special place in my heart for foxes for whatever reason.  My old house had a fox who frequented my yard.  I would catch sight of the mother, at about 6:45 in the morning after a rain.  Other times I would see her on the edge of the woods just sitting there at night, when we turned on the light to let the dog out.  She was not a small fox either.   However, I will never forget the first time I heard that screech she made during mating season. It scared me to death, in the middle of the night, and she was right outside my bedroom window.  How could something so beautiful emanate that sound, over time she always get closer to the house, always watching.  However, I loved looking out for her. We had a bird feeder and the entire food chain was present: birds, squirrels, chipmunks, mice, hawks, possums,  snakes and occasionally a coyote, but she watched and then there were the neighborhood emails asking if anyone had seen their cat.  Why yes we had seen them but no more….. Continue reading

Where’s the Anguish?

I recently heard a sermon about anguish and as I thought back on my life without realizing it, some of my greatest breakthroughs with my relationship with Christ and my walk with Him, was when I was  on my knees crying out to Him a complete mess. I wasn’t at a revival or being entertained by an engaging pastor who made me feel good as I yelled back , “Preach it Brother.”   I was in my pain calling out to my Savior, knowing who I was and knowing  who I wasn’t.  In the Bible  we can read two sentences that may span 3 or 20 years, and if I am no different than any other Bible hero, I can safely say that each of them had their moments of anguish as they drew nearer to God.  What I’m reflecting  about today is what happens between the lines.   Continue reading