Chloe doesn’t have much of a sense of smell thanks to her doggie allergies, which alternately cause congestion or a runny nose. We can throw her a treat and then sit for several minutes unbothered while she searches for it in the grass. But her sense of hearing must be amazing.
She can distinguish our car engine all the way from the highway, almost a half mile. I’ve seen her sit there and watch for Keith for several minutes before he even gets to the gate, before the dogs along the lane begin to bark at his passing because she hears “him” coming.
And she can hear moles digging underground. We will be walking along outside when suddenly she stands at point, looking at the grass just ahead of her, then pounces and begins digging, her snout in nearly to her eyeballs as she digs and sniffs (bless her heart, she tries) and searches. Many times she has brought out the mole and disposed of it. This year we have had plenty for her to work on.
Moles are small mammals, insectivores, adapted to a subterranean lifestyle. They have tiny or invisible eyes and ears. They have developed the ability to survive in a low oxygen environment by reusing oxygen inhaled aboveground. That also means they can tolerate the higher levels of carbon dioxide that would poison most mammals. They avoid each other except in breeding season and fight whenever they do meet. I couldn’t even find a word for a group of moles. They aren’t herds or swarms or gaggles or flocks. Maybe that’s because the word is unnecessary since they never get together.
Think about all that. Does it sound familiar?
Do you know any people with small eyes and ears, many of whom are blind?
Why do you not understand my speech? [Even] because you cannot hear my word, John 8:43.
In their case the god of this world has blinded the minds of the unbelievers, to keep them from seeing the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God. 2 Cor 4:4.
Do you know a group who reuses old oxygen, failing to bring in any new work to revitalize its heart, poisoning itself in the process?
Thus making void the word of God by your tradition that you have handed down, Mark 7:13.
Do you know a group that avoids each other except in season (Sundays) and then fights when they do meet?
Whence [come] wars and whence [come] fightings among you? [come they] not hence, [even] of your pleasures that war in your members? James 4:1.
But if you bite and devour one another, take heed that you be not consumed one of another, Gal 5:15.
If all that sounds like a group you know, even if they call themselves the body of Christ, they are only pretenders. That is not what he gave his life for.
I am certain you could come up with other comparisons yourself. But don’t waste your time on that or you are in danger of becoming one of those moles yourself, festering underground in your own poison. Just do what you can by being what you ought to be. Moles are ugly, in more ways than one. It shouldn’t take much motivation to try not to become one.
"There are those who rebel against the light, who are not acquainted with its ways, and do not stay in its paths. The murderer rises before it is light, that he may kill the poor and needy, and in the night he is like a thief. The eye of the adulterer also waits for the twilight, saying, 'No eye will see me'; and he veils his face. In the dark they dig through houses; by day they shut themselves up; they do not know the light. Job 24:13-16.
Dene Ward
She can distinguish our car engine all the way from the highway, almost a half mile. I’ve seen her sit there and watch for Keith for several minutes before he even gets to the gate, before the dogs along the lane begin to bark at his passing because she hears “him” coming.
And she can hear moles digging underground. We will be walking along outside when suddenly she stands at point, looking at the grass just ahead of her, then pounces and begins digging, her snout in nearly to her eyeballs as she digs and sniffs (bless her heart, she tries) and searches. Many times she has brought out the mole and disposed of it. This year we have had plenty for her to work on.
Moles are small mammals, insectivores, adapted to a subterranean lifestyle. They have tiny or invisible eyes and ears. They have developed the ability to survive in a low oxygen environment by reusing oxygen inhaled aboveground. That also means they can tolerate the higher levels of carbon dioxide that would poison most mammals. They avoid each other except in breeding season and fight whenever they do meet. I couldn’t even find a word for a group of moles. They aren’t herds or swarms or gaggles or flocks. Maybe that’s because the word is unnecessary since they never get together.
Think about all that. Does it sound familiar?
Do you know any people with small eyes and ears, many of whom are blind?
Why do you not understand my speech? [Even] because you cannot hear my word, John 8:43.
In their case the god of this world has blinded the minds of the unbelievers, to keep them from seeing the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God. 2 Cor 4:4.
Do you know a group who reuses old oxygen, failing to bring in any new work to revitalize its heart, poisoning itself in the process?
Thus making void the word of God by your tradition that you have handed down, Mark 7:13.
Do you know a group that avoids each other except in season (Sundays) and then fights when they do meet?
Whence [come] wars and whence [come] fightings among you? [come they] not hence, [even] of your pleasures that war in your members? James 4:1.
But if you bite and devour one another, take heed that you be not consumed one of another, Gal 5:15.
If all that sounds like a group you know, even if they call themselves the body of Christ, they are only pretenders. That is not what he gave his life for.
I am certain you could come up with other comparisons yourself. But don’t waste your time on that or you are in danger of becoming one of those moles yourself, festering underground in your own poison. Just do what you can by being what you ought to be. Moles are ugly, in more ways than one. It shouldn’t take much motivation to try not to become one.
"There are those who rebel against the light, who are not acquainted with its ways, and do not stay in its paths. The murderer rises before it is light, that he may kill the poor and needy, and in the night he is like a thief. The eye of the adulterer also waits for the twilight, saying, 'No eye will see me'; and he veils his face. In the dark they dig through houses; by day they shut themselves up; they do not know the light. Job 24:13-16.
Dene Ward
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