Imagine a fish in search of water. That’s kind of a silly thought. But picture a Salmon, a healthy, mature female Salmon, swimming in the ocean. High above, from a shoreline cliff, we watch as she diligently swims from one reaf to another. Searching in every cove, nook and cranny, in an exhaustive search for water. This continues and she grows weaker and weaker. One day she notices the school of salmon she left long ago, in her silly quest for water.
(These salmon have been doing the things salmon were designed to do, consuming nutrient rich food, alternately exercising and resting, growing fit and strong.) She sees them heading towards the mouth of a stream that feels strangely familiar. An unknown source urges her to tag along at the tail end of this impressive procession. She weakly struggles to keep up as they enter the mouth and continue upstream. They encounter their first obstacle, a foot high falls, that the school easily passes. After repeated attempts she succeeds and struggles to catch up. She is alone and at the point of collapse when she arrives at the next obstacle. After one feeble attempt to jump that three foot high falls, she finds herself in the grasp of a hungry grisly bear, unable to fulfill her destiny.
This is a sad tail, a fish tail of sorts, and sitting on that grassy perch, we perceive that it didn’t need to be this way. If only we could have warned that salmon, in some way helped her to see she had all she needed all along to live a fruitfilled salmon life, ultimately laying her eggs as she willingly gave all she had for those who would follow.
I wonder if our Father in heaven feels similar thoughts as He watches us pursue the things we do. Let’s mull that over a bit, and I’ll plan on sharing my thoughts about these things in an upcoming post.