God is in heaven and you are on earth!
Therefore, let your words be few. (Ecclesiastics 5:2)
What would we think of a bossy bee?
“And there’s a human. Buzzy, buzz. Humans are fat larvae of bees from outer space. Buzz. You over there, hold your antennae like mine. Buzz. Our queen is foolish. She ought to listen to me. Buzzy, buzz.”
With so many billions of bees on the earth, I’m afraid I’d be tempted to squash this one.
I used to be important, and everyone listened to me, or so I thought. Then God broke the illusion. The business I owned was the wind in my pride. The enterprise failed and my sail hung flat. I decided to sell my belongings in readiness for the mission field. No one wanted my lifetime accumulation of stuff, and heaps went to the dump. One night I lay under the stars in southern Africa, and realized there was another half to the Milky Way.
My business acumen is negligible, my possessions are meaningless, and my grasp of the cosmos is laughable.
In spite of my minuscule place in a gigantic universe, I preach earthly views on everything from politics to dietary advice.
“Our president makes stupid mistakes, buzzy, buzz.” “You there, don’t read your Bible like that. Here, watch me. Buzz.” “Organic, you should only eat organic, and use probiotics. Plus antioxidants to cleanse of free radicals. Buzzy, buzz.”
Whew. I get tired of hearing me, you must be bored silly. And heaven hears my boldfaced spewing.
The only opinions I need to hang onto are those from God himself. His truth, and his truth alone, has any grain of importance. Therefore, if what I have to say is not from him, and plainly endorsed by Scripture, I’ll endeavor to keep my little bee mouth shut.
Prayer: Mighty God, you awe me into silence.