I know the photo above looks strange and morbid, but please hear me out before making any final judgment.
Today I was mowing the lawn. It’s not something that I especially enjoy doing unless the temperature is below 75 degrees (which is never), so I was hurrying along and making good progress. In fact, I was nearly finished when I heard the unfortunate sound of something other than grass hitting the blade, and our mulching mower spit a little shape about three feet to my right.
Upon closer examination I discovered the sad little plastic animal pictured above. It’s a part of a Noah’s Ark set that we bought for Brynna several months ago and that she plays with every day.
I was immediately struck by a strong pang of sadness over the sight. I quickly picked up the animal and tucked it into my pocket, hoping that nobody saw the slaughter take place, and planning to give the little fellow a private burial deep in our trash can before anyone found out.
As I pushed the mower back around to the garage, I realized how strange my reaction was. Bizarre, in fact. Maybe it was partially because it could have been avoided. If I had been paying closer attention, maybe I would have seen the little guy before I ran over him. Or maybe I reacted the way I did because it was one of Brynna’s favorite toys.
While both of those explanations certainly had something to do with my response, I was left with a more lasting and powerful thought. This mangled plastic creature was a vivid picture of the effects of sin. In the same way that the mower blade marred the little giraffe – a broken promise, an angry response, a lustful thought – our sins mar us and those we love.
“What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? Thanks be to God—through Jesus Christ our Lord!” – Romans 7:24-25
May the image sink deep into my mind and bind me close to Christ as I place my hope in Him.