Such A Worm As I

#1784

What could we do in this wilderness world, beset with manifold temptations within and without--had we not a God to go to--Jesus, an ever-present Help in times of trouble? He is our Helper in little matters, as in great ones. No one on earth, however dear, can take His place. We need Him as our Counselor and Guide, our Protector and Deliverer. How needful, then, and how sweet--to be ever sitting at His feet, looking up and meeting His loving eye, as it looks down upon us. Let us allow no distance between us and our dearest and best Friend.

Jesus indeed is very precious. Everything else sinks into its native nothingness when compared with Him. The more we see of the matchless, boundless love of Christ--the more we lie under a sense of our wretched deformity in the dust of self-abasement before Him. But O the love springing from a sense of free pardon and full acceptance in Him, is often overpowering, and produces bitter tears, yet mixed with so much that is sweet.

All is given freely and fully. We come needy and helpless--and receive all from Him. O the riches of His grace, and matchless love to such as we are!

Have you ever held a worm and thought, "What does this organism think of me?"  To put this in perspective, the mind of God, and my attempting to understand God.

My paternal grandmother, one of the twelve children of the great preacher and landowner elder P. T. Lucas (Martha Lucas Morris) never sat at a card table, was never on a golf course, never at a cocktail party, but, this remarkable woman loved to fish.  She would put her cane fishing poles in her long sedan car and spend wonderful hours fishing at some hole she had discovered at some creek or mill pond.  She would always bring back a bucket of small tasty fish.  I still remember, as a small child, my digging worms for her to use in fishing and, often she would take me with her.  Those are my most precious memories of her even though she was a great Christian force in the community, the church, the school, the women's home demonstration club.  I suppose people who fish no longer use worms but it brings back memories of my zoology course (Animals Without Backbones), that wonderful professor, who walks with two canes, Dr. Clayborn Jones.

The genome of genus homo/erectus, God's greatest creation (and any person who has studied the biology of a human being, if honest, cannot help but believe in the all consuming/satisfying creator God of the universe) man with the ability to think/reason, wonderful senses often so disappointing/embarrassing because he does not show backbone, when wrestling against the powers of the air, will not stand.  (Ephesians 6)   It is essential to stand, not give an inch to the powers of darkness.