“With thoughtless and impatient hands

We tangle up the plans

The Lord hath wrought.

And when we cry in pain, He saith,

‘Be quiet, man, while I untie the knot.’”

 

A great bull moose was once walking through the forest when he came upon a long corridor that had recently been cleared of trees.  Nothing was in the cleared corridor except 50-foot-tall poles spaced several hundred feet apart.  Multiple wires draped from the poles and sagged nearly to the ground between them.

The bull moose was in a bad mood.  He was always in a bad mood.  The cleared corridor and the sagging wires made him mad.  Savagely he attacked the wires with his great antlers.  He raked them this way and that.  It felt good to take out his frustrations on these leftovers of man’s presence.

He backed up to take a fresh swipe at the wires, but found that they held him fast.  They were so entangled in his antlers that he could go neither forward nor back.  This made him madder.  He ferociously threw his head around, and stomped, pushed, and pulled until he was nearly exhausted.  All that his activity accomplished was to tangle the wires even more firmly around his horns.

As he stood there breathing heavily, he felt the wires tighten.  As the wires tightened around his horns, they began lifting him.  First his head was raised high.  Then his front feet were lifted off the ground.  The moose danced frantically on his hind feet until they, too, were lifted into the air.

The moose rose higher and higher.  First he was afraid he’d fall.  Then he was afraid he wouldn’t fall.  The ever-tightening wires drew him higher and higher, and closer and closer to a pole until he was touching the pole at its top.  His big body could not be drawn through the crossbars at the top of the pole, so the tightening process of the wires was brought to a halt.

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The powerful moose hung helplessly 50 feet in the air.  There he stayed until a man came hiking down the corridor to see what the wires were caught on that his crew had been tightening.

Do you think that the man would prove to be the moose’s savior, or would the moose’s foolishness prove to be his undoing?  The outcome depends upon how meek and how accepting of help the moose was when lowered to the ground.

Your follies have you hanging higher than the moose.  You need a Savior, too.  Will you be humble and meek and accept His proffered help, or will you continue to fight and struggle and further tighten the chains that bind you?

Surprisingly this particular moose was not at all humble and meek when he was lowered to the ground.  He had to be shot before the wires could be untangled.  I think we all know people like that.

 

Application:

 

You’re powerless to fix the tangle.

Only One who is omniscient, omnipotent, and omni-loving

can disentangle you from the mess you’ve made.