Once upon a time there was a family of ants. Well known in antdom they were, industrious little things, minding their own business, faithful as all get out, but not too fond of traveling.
They made mountains out of mole hills, and were for their size, known in the land as the ‘little giants.’ Some considered them intellectually challenged, and thought they were at a disadvantage because they were notorious in their circle running, but they didn’t care, and danced to their own tune. For their size, they were the proverbial king of the hill. But they had enemies. Other ants with ulterior motives.
Then there was the aardvark, and many other critters on the prowl for their nutrition. They fared fine without a leader, but the ‘other’ ants did what was right in their own eyes, and their sect was known among the crawling creatures as the most liberal and tolerant of thought.
At least their loud mouths were a warning to the more humble of clans that they were on the move. They professed themselves to be wise. They were completely unaware that there was a world above them, and they were content stealing from the labors of others, calling the prudent simple-minded, and mocked their hard labor, and laughed at their dance where they would just run in circles, thinking them dizzy in the head; while they knew nothing of true music that inflames the passion of thought and deed.
Well, as you could imagine, one day one of the little fellas from the camp, veered off course from his proud brothers, and found himself on a tree log that was recently felled. Before he knew it, the loggers had loaded up, and the ant was in for the ride of his life.
To the mill, where he barely escaped his life by the saw, hiding now amid the sawdust to survive, he sez: ‘What the heck is this vibration and this noise, so unlike the carpet of the forest. Where am I? Who and what are those rather large things moving like monster ants. Am I in Lilliput?’
So the ant for once in his exciting existence decided to embrace the moment as he found a rock to climb upon, seeking a higher vantage point, where he trod higher and higher, traversed a limb here, a crane there, until he was above all, now looking down upon the loggers and seeing that they were so like himself; ants of a different nature as it were.
He saw the instant harmony of men busy yet in concert, with a purpose that challenged his thoughts. ‘The orchestration and perfection of such activity, so like me and my friends.’ Indeed the ant was on to something, as he recognized the warp and woof of a grand design, that he so saw in the web of a spider, a vee by the geese, and that dewdrop to him that was oh so spectacular.
His perspective of things immediately changed, he saw himself no longer as king above all, and the thought now crossed his mind to look even further, to that which suspended the dew drop, and now up, he saw that fireball that supplied the daylight, and the darkness that allowed a hiding place, and he all of a sudden said ‘uh oh.’
Yes, the ant testified to the Creator, and now wanted to spend his days not only dancing, but speaking loudly as to his new excitement, that in Him, we live, and move, and have our being.
He was now curious as to the different dance of his ‘enemy’ brethren, and the knees of that ant quaked in humility and silent wonder. That’s right, all creatures great and small say ‘uh oh’ when facing the piercing honesty of the truth of themselves against one greater.
Unbelief in the mind of man is put to shame by the ant, who displays more character and industry in his daily affairs. Now if the little ant could only get back to his friends with the greatest tale ever