Seeing With the Eyes of God

An essay about the mountains and molehills of frail human vision.

The ants of summer have arrived. I caught one in the second floor bathroom, and another by the basement television. (The subterranean ant looked better fed, nearer the cracker crumbs!) My youngest spent hours face to face with them on the patio. Then, smoosh!

If I wait long enough, Mother Nature will take care of my pest problem with frost. But I’m unwilling to share my abode for the summer, so I redirected them to the Raid ant “hotel.” I’m just exercising my dominion over the plants and animals of the Kingdom. It’s all biblically correct.

But contextually, I pause. Aren’t I like an ant compared to my Lord? Doesn’t he watch my every move, full of suspense? The analogy dies as fast as the ants in the “hotel.”

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