Nestled between the Cherubic Mountains, High Command’s Intelligence Division had recently converted a majestic mountain chateau into its central base of operations. With its picturesque lake just to the front and a fertile valley that stretched for miles to the left, there was nothing left for the imagination to conjure. The landscape was breathtakingly vivid and the lake sparkled like a sea of diamonds as the wind very gently brushed the surface and the sun set past the water’s edge.
General Mikel wearing a red cape over his towering build and dark shoulder length hair was an imposing figure to say the least who was embracing the view in front of him. He had recently been asked to gather intel of the seemingly ageless conflict. He had spent the day meeting with various lieutenants trying to ascertain the condition of his forces and the surprisingly competent rag tag army they were in charge of. Tired from the mixed reports he was receiving, he tried to take this moment and clear his thoughts, when his favorite junior officer was presented. Continue reading
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