I was in Kenya, East Africa, during a severe drought, the grass and foliage had dried up throughout the “bush”. The wild animals were invading the manicured, sprinkled golf courses of Nairobi. I was in the Cameroons, West Africa, I had noted large stacks of foliage up in trees, my guide told us, “this is in case of drought.” How well I remembered the hay stacks on the farm, where I helped stack hay, future food for the animals. You never hear of hay stacks anymore, I understand that you never see hay stacks anymore. The population will wish it had planned for future droughts such as wild, uncontrolled climate conditions. Just as on the farm, the cow had to be milked on Sunday, as you store food for yourself, store food for your animals.
With the spreading urbanization of our cities, (in 1900, 70% of the American population lived on farm land) city planners aiming their greedy annexing eyes toward any available land, wildlife is finding shelter and food wherever possible. It makes me sick, not only man's inhumanity to man, but man's inhumanity to our fellow creatures.
He did not realize how much he had affected me by what he said, but one of my friends told me of shooting a large buck deer from his back porch. He said, “the deer were invading my property. I went out to see if I had killed the deer, I was going to salvage some of the meat (this means he was going to cut out the choice parts of the deer, leaving the rest for the wild animals, just as is the practice of uncivilized people in Africa). I could not find the deer, the deer probably went off somewhere to die.” I thought, “yes, the wounded deer would die in pain just as many wounded Americans have died from bullet wounds...long after the shot.”
My friend John knows how thrilled I am to hear him talk about the wild vixen who went under his one of his outbuildings to give birth to four small foxes (kits). He, and no one else, could go outside when she was exposed, but from his window he watched the loving mother care for her babies, playing with them. Always, a big feral cat kept (imagine such understanding among animals!) watch nearby, making sure that no other animal interfered. Then, he started to take food and water out to the building, table scraps (rice and gravy, bread, etc.). He said, “she enjoyed the food as the big cat stood guard nearby.” But, as is true with all wildlife, the time came when she ran the babies off, they were on their own, one of these foxes might be in your chicken house right now. Evidently the mother has become addicted to welfare, like most recipients of welfare, why go out and work when you are being provided so well by someone else?
On the beach, one of my beach neighbors goes out everyday with stale bread for the seagulls. I told him, “those seagulls think they are on welfare, just standing around on the beach each day, waiting for you to feed them. They will stop going out and foraging food for themselves, as seagulls have done since the beginning of time.”
As the great Margaret Thatcher, one of England's greatest Prime Ministers said, “socialism is good until the money runs out.” Thatcher, born above her father's butcher shop in Grantham, England, knew what it was to work for a living. She saw the socialism virus infect and finally take over her nation. England, at one time the world's greatest power (the sun never sets on the British Empire), ruler of Canada, Australia, India, Middle East, etc., now is a once beautiful fruit on a withering vine...dying from socialism. The largest employers in the world: the Chinese Army, the railroad system of India, the socialized healthcare system of England.
One of my employees managed a restaurant which his mother owned. Birds had a “hang-out” around the dumpster of his restaurant, the employees started feeding the birds, and before long there was a large “welfare” colony of birds around the back of the restaurant. You can write it down, you can write it in stone, it will never fail, everywhere in the world, it has been tried, it has happened, if anyone can sit around and do nothing...get all the necessities of life while doing nothing, they will cease to be productive, cease to work, cease to have any integrity, any thrill in knowing a job well done.
Travel the world, ask anyone, “what are the words you want to hear at the end of your life?” You will get the same answer everywhere, it comes from the Bible, but not as people think. “Well done thy good and faithful servant.” (Matthew 25:21) The master did not make this statement from someone living a good life, the statement is made in the parable of the talents. The master had given several men talents to invest, those who worked hard, took risks, were productive, increased their talents, some fourfold, some double. It is the one who hid his talent, buried his talent, sat around and did nothing that the master condemned.
Much like our savior's next parable, the parable of the sower. Some seed fell on dry, infertile ground, and never took root, too busy with the things of the world (the deceitfulness of riches, and the lust of other things entering in [Mark 4:19]), but some fell on fertile ground, where the seed took root and grew became productive.
Even wild animals, who have never been to a school for discipline training, have the good instincts of motherhood, are easily caught up in the enticement, addiction of the welfare trough. This happened to a wild vixen, who became a welfare queen.
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