Chipmunks and Angels of Light
Chipmunk by A. Delray –The Forest Vixen – www.forestvixen.com, licensed under CC by 2.0
“Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that ruin the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom.” Song of Solomon 2:15
I saw him from the corner of my eye—a small something skittering toward the plants on the garage floor. Silly chipmunk. I was just six feet away and he didn’t particularly care. My idiotic arm-flapping “HEY!” as I moved closer didn’t scare him, either. Silly me.
Too cute for his own good, I yelled louder and lunged toward the small, furry, brown and black invader. It had been just a year since he dug into the house and invited two mouse-friends. This was entirely too brazen.
I don’t know if it was my indignant hollering or my rapidly-approaching face that scared off the adorable demonic rodent. I scurried to move the tender new plants back outside. Never mind late spring cold and rain (almost sleet). The plants would survive but the garage door was NOT staying open any longer.
How like the Enemy is that little chipmunk? He waits for the right moment and cutely, bold-facedly, struts into my back door when he thinks I’m not watching. I virtually have to hop on top of him to make him leave.
Unfortunately, the “angel of light” knows he is enticing (“Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light.” 2 Cor 11:14).
The enemy sneaks in softly under cover of beauty and subterfuge. Our judgments seem wise and sure, but they do not lead to peace, and they are not true. How quickly our thoughts captivate and control us, backing us into corners from which we can’t escape. Pains become judgments, then isolation.
No, this time the Chippy won’t take up residence. My “make sense of this” thoughts, too, must be shut out with a thick door, chased back into the outside realms.
Know, Enemy, that even if you do find an entry hole, the way will be blocked and the door will not be re-opened. Your creatures may be cute, but they are no longer welcome.