Ducks On A Jog

On a jog this morning, I approached two beautiful little ducks at what must have seemed like a rapid pace to my new feathered friends. (a slow trot or fast walk to most) The little ducks eye balled me carefully. Watched as I stopped and  approached delicately. Listened to my gentle encouragements. It seemed as though they were going to trust me. I wished for some bread. Then as quickly as I approached them, they waddled away as fast as their little webbed feet would go. In fear, doubt, unknowing who I was or my expectations, my cute little feather friends headed straight for a disgusting, muddy pond. 

The little waddling ducks reminded me of people who don’t know Jesus. Us, crazy Christ followers, come at them at what seems like a wild pace. We want to get to know them, care about them, talk, and give them bread. They aren’t sure, a little afraid. They don’t know what we are talking about or who we really are. They look and watch. Cautious. Wanting to come closer but what they know is safe. It’s comfortable. Drawing them away, back to what is known, to what seems like fun and satisfaction. People forfeit the bread for the muddy water. Sacrifice love and forgiveness for what’s comfortable. Give up purpose and life for pain and party.

If your drawn to the past, to the easy, to what’s comfortable, turn your eyes. There is someone approaching. He loves you. He is the bread of life. Let him rescue you from the mud and give you new life. It might seem scary. Maybe you don’t want to trust. He is faithful. He is love. Jesus is life.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” 

Hebrews 11:28-30