Picture it now
The perfect summers evening
Soft gentle breeze
Laughter with friends
The odd beer
After a wonderful day, just enjoying everything you love.
After all that I am ready for bed, as tiredness finally cascades over my weary soul.
Warm air refreshes
I start to drift into another world,
Into sleeps dark and silent gate,
When I hear……….
My heart sinks, I know what it is, and I have heard it a thousand times before
It is unmistakeable
There is only one thing that buzzes like that.
And I know there is only one thing to do,
Kill it before it bites me.
This is ‘High Noon’
It is either me or the Mosquito.
There is no other solution,
Why oh why you ask yourself didn’t you buy the ‘Plug –in Insect Zapper’ from the supermarket that is advertised on TV for £19.99?
You know the answer to that – I didn’t want part with the money, because I hoped that this year it would not be needed.
So I recall the age old remedy given to me by my grandfather in a moment of ancient wisdom.
“Insects boy, you take rolled-up newspaper and rush around bashing them as hard as you can.”
So at , dressed in modest attire, I follow his advice and chase the mosquito around the room with a rolled up newspaper.
Much to my wife’s amusement
As she hides under the quilt
Laughing her head off
At my pathetic display.
I spot it on the wall, in all its glory.
And with all the stealth of a Grizzly bear, tip-toeing through a field of nettles, I take a huge swing at the fella and miss.
Twenty minutes later and after numerous failed attempts.
The offending insect comes to rest on the wall and this time with the skill of a frustrated ninja.
I finally succeed with one enormous, lucky swipe.
Exhausted after my victorious exploits I collapse into bed.
As I lie there one word bounces round my very small mind
The offending creature would have been almost impossible to deal with if he had been camouflaged.
Unfortunately for him against our delicate lilac wall he stood out!
My mind switched to a nature program I had watched with my kids.
About a Rattlesnake
Not David Attenborough in ill-fitting shorts that should have been donated to the nearest charity shop a long, long time ago.
This chap chased the poor snake as it hid for refuge in the sand and buried itself perfectly keeping cover from everything.
Out of sight
It occurred to me that my life is more often than not a perfect example of camouflage.
I am an expert of integrating my life into the world around me.
Keeping my head down
Immersed in the value system of the world.
No one would know!
A perfectly camouflaged Christian
Andrew Wommack once commented,
“If you were arrested on the suspicion of being a Christian, would there be enough evidence to convict you?”
It is an interesting question
A challenging question
A sobering question.
A question I ask myself every day,