“But as for me, afflicted and in pain— may your salvation, God, protect me. I will praise God’s name in song and glorify him with thanksgiving (Psalm 69:29,30).”
I just took a look at a some of my recent postings on Facebook. What a complainer!
I muse about drivers in my area. I complain about excessive noise at the mall ruining a meal time with my wife at the food court.
I am truly a glass-is-half-empty kinda guy. Someone just sent me a nice money gift. Another person has offered to help pay for a legal problem my wife and I are having.
Yet, this impatient man just complained to my wife that these presents weren’t enough. They are only drops in the bucket, I say. Moody, Moody, Moody.
I was determined today after some time in the Bible to assist my wife. (See my post entitled “Pleasing God and my wife on ‘staycation’ “. Yet, I have been irritable and impatient as I drove her around on some errands.
I suppose I am quite frustrated at life right now in general. The overall picture seems bleak at times. However, I think it is really a matter of perspective.
If I look at things realistically, I see great blessing. As mentioned above, two people have recently blessed my family financially. Sure, it’s a small drop in the overall can, but it’s encouraging.
I have had some medical problems of late. In this time, I have been given expensive medical care and prescriptions without demands. In fact, some of the great expense has been taken care of by my church and a support organization.
I truly have a lot to be thankful for. I live in a house I really don’t deserve, for example. The landlord could charge much more, but has chosen not to in order to have reputable tenants who will take care of his property.
My entire family is with me at the moment. This includes an adult son who I hardly saw hide nor hair of for years.
All these aggravations I have experienced today and have noted on Facebook are of biblical proportions; that is, they are small.
They are what the Bible calls little foxes. In the Song of Solomon, the beloved male tells his lovely female: ” Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that ruin the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom (Song of Solomon 2:15)”.
Matthew Henry says these foxes are corruptions of believer which can spoil good beginnings. Well, my family and I immigrated back to America about a year ago, and it has been rough.
Yet, it is a new beginning. With the proper viewpoint, it can even be seen as a good one.
Foxes have come in and messed things up a lot, however. Foxes are omivores. They eat a lot of things, including meat and berries.
They are also opportunistic. They eat what’s available.
In the Song of Solomon, what was readily available was young grapes. They were ruining the vineyard and they needed to be apprehended.
The big fox Satan has taken the opportunity to try and (as Matthew Henry writes) crush our good beginning here in America. God, on the other hand, wants us to have time to come to bloom and bear fruit.
What this means is that I have to deal with Satan and his other less important foxes, with God’s help. He is the Beloved, there to aid me as I catch those things that hinder my and my family’s growth.
The great preacher Charles Spurgeon, in an exposition on Song of Solomon 2:15, wrote: “A little thorn may cause much suffering. A little cloud may hide the sun. Little foxes spoil the vines; and little sins do mischief to the tender heart. These little sins burrow in the soul, and make it so full of that which is hateful to Christ, that he will hold no comfortable fellowship and communion with us. A great sin cannot destroy a Christian, but a little sin can make him miserable.”
What Satan is trying to do to me is to cause me to sin in the midst of my little irritations, and ruin my fellowship with Jesus. Thankfully, Spurgeon also wrote,” If thou wouldst live with Christ, and walk with Christ, and see Christ, and have fellowship with Christ, take heed of ‘the little foxes that spoil the vines, for our vines have tender grapes.’ Jesus invites you to go with him and take them. He will surely, like Samson, take the foxes at once and easily. Go with him to the hunting.”
This is the season to go hunting. It’s deer season and gobbler season. It’s Thanksgiving, and nothing will take care of those little foxes like a little ammo full of thankfulness.
The next time one of those foxes shows itself in my life, I am drawing a bead on it with some shot of perspective. I am going to blast it with some thankfulness to God.