Friday, April 14, 2006

Satsang Thought for the day

Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida
a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old
swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive
into the cool water, he ran out the back door,
leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went.
He flew into the water, not realizing that as he

swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator
was swimming toward the shore. His mother in the
house was looking out the window saw the two as
they got closer and closer together. In utter
fear, she ran toward the water, yelling to her son
as loudly as she could.
Hearing her voice, the little boy became alarmed

and made a U-turn to swim to his mother. It was
too late. Just as he reached her, the alligator
reached him. From the dock, the mother grabbed
her little boy by the arms just as the alligator
snatched his legs. That began an incredible
tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was
much stronger than the mother, but the mother
was much too passionate to let go. A farmer
happened to drive by, heard her screams, raced
from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.
Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital,

the little boy survived. His legs were extremely
scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And,
on his arms, were deep scratches where his mother's
fingernails dug into his flesh in her effort to
hang on to the son she loved.
The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy

after the trauma, asked if he would show him his
scars. The boy lifted his pantlegs. And then,
with obvious pride, he said to the reporter,
"But look at my arms. I have great scars on my
arms, too. I have them because my Mom wouldn't let
go." You and I can identify with that little boy.
We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator,
but the scars of a painful past. Some of those
scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret.
But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has
refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle,
He's been there holding on to you. The Scripture
teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God.
He wants to protect you and provide for you in
every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade into
dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead.
The swimming hole of life is filled with peril -
and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack.
That's when the tug-of-war begins - and if you
have the scars of His love on your arms be very,
very grateful. He did not and will not ever
let you go.


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