How Smart is a Skunk?
I have a skunk trap in my shed. It is baited, hair-triggered, and designed to appeal to the average skunk.
But that ole skunk refuses to get caught. Every night, somehow, he cleans the bait from the trap, leaves an unpleasant calling card, and causes disappointment for me in the morning.
I can’t imagine how he is outsmarting me.
And it has reminded me that I am not as clever as I think I am.
What seems sure is often unreliable.
What seems known is often wrong.
What seems absolute is often unclear, upon reflection.
If only I had an expert.
An expert skunk catcher would know what to do. A skunkologist would show me a better way to set the trap. A skunk nutritionist would describe a more attractive bait.
Or maybe I need a cute black cat with a white stripe painted down her spine.
This is why I am trying to depend more on the simple Word of God than on my own figurings. This is why I am endeavoring to use GOD’S definitions instead of my own. Particularly in such things as Sin, Peace, Wisdom, Salvation, and even Hope.
Because I am often wrong.
But the expert isn’t.