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Mom, why did God make mosquitoes?
Here we go again, I think, as I brace myself for yet another stab at the theological conundrum as it relates to the purpose for the existence of the blood-sucking insect.
Hmmm… food for the frogs? I suggest tentatively, sensing that the most obvious, pragmatic answer might not satisfy my pint-size theologian.
But, frogs can eat flies… they don’t need mosquitoes.
That would be like saying, Well, you don’t need ice-cream –
you can eat rice all the time. Perhaps, frogs need tasty snacks and a little variety
just like we do.
That’s not helping, Mom! Scratch, scratch, scratch.
How about this? Maybe
God made mosquitoes to show us how annoying the constant buz-buz-buzzzing of their chattering wings can be…
now, that makes sense to me!
MOM!
Well, that didn't go over too well.
Suddenly I remember a tiny sting of an unkind word I heard
earlier this morning. It was sooo
small. So seemingly insignificant. But I
couldn’t shake it off. I couldn’t just
move on. It kept itching and itching.
And I kept scratching and scratching… until there was a big red welt on
my mind and heart. Just like after a
mosquito bite!
And in that moment I realize that sometimes it’s not the big and the
earth-shattering things that ruin our days. Sometimes it’s the tiny mosquito
bites – a harsh word, an unkind look. It
may seem small and petty to even register it… And when it comes from me, I can
easily justify it by a long day, and a stressful week. But, truth is, it can
sting and it can hurt. And the itching can last well beyond the momentary bite.
And the little critter becomes a mirror I don't necessarily want to face... but one thing I do know. I don’t want to be a mosquito!
Let no unwholesome word proceed from your mouth, but only such a word as is good for edification according to the need of the moment, so that it will give grace to those who hear. Ephesians 4:29
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