That, my dear readers, is a mosquito. If you’re not familiar with it, it is basically a blood-sucking demon. Considering that it’s indigenous to basically the entire planet, however, I’m betting you’re familiar with it. Last summer, we moved from an area with just a general amount of mosquitos to an area where they could eat you alive in about 10 minutes flat. I’ve never hated nor feared mosquitos so much in my entire life. Seriously, when you’re faced with hundreds of mosquitos on a daily basis, you start to understand the fear of mosquito-borne illness. And when you have a small child and are pregnant, that fear increases exponentially.
Recently, I posted this on Facebook: “Everything in creation has a purpose. Worms turn the dirt. Snakes eat other varmints. Bees help in plant fertilization. But I am convinced that mosquitos and flies are just pure curse, especially mosquitos.” It was humorous little status update that received a dozen “likes” and one comment (a hearty “amen”). However, it has stuck with me. And as much as I hate to admit it, even the things of earth that are purely curse, have a distinct purpose.
God originally created this planet perfect, pristine. The lives of mankind were without any kind of difficulty. Even the animals lived in peace with one another. The weather was always perfect; there was always food; there wasn’t even a need for clothing. Then, mankind sinned, and everything changed. There was only one rule in that perfect world, and the human race couldn’t even obey that one rule. As a result, God cursed this planet as a punishment for our sins.
The curse included everything painful about our world: illness, hard work and toil for little or no reward, pain, death. Sin has taken root in our very souls, and we see the results of that every single day, over and over again all over the world. Greed, envy, hatred, bitterness, strife, foolishness, self-importance, and the list goes on and on. It’s a disheartening world in which we live. Even when we go to walk outside in our own back yards, we encounter stickers and briars growing among the grass that will prick and wound our skin. And there are mosquitos that will bite us, causing an itchy spot, at best, and death, at worst.
You see, even parts of our lives that are purely curse have a purpose, to remind us of what we are: sinners. We are sinners, even those of us who are among the saved, the Christians. We have sinned in the past, we sin now, and we will sin for the rest of our natural lives. We have disobeyed God. We have turned our backs on Him and declared that we know better than Him and can make it through this life on our own. We don’t need our Creator. We, as a whole, have even declared that we are better, smarter, greater than our Creator. We have spat in His face and thrown everything He ever gave us back at Him, ungrateful to and despising Him. We are sinners. You are a sinner. I am a sinner.
Those mosquitos, though I will not start liking them anytime soon, are a reminder to me of just how far I have fallen. They are a reminder of just much I have despised God and just how much I need Him. They are reminder to me that I am not in control; He is. He decides where and how many mosquitos are born. He decides if, when, and which mosquitos will bite me and my family. I have no control over any aspect of those mosquitos. I even spent an hour this morning spraying a gallon of mosquito repellant stuff all over the outside of the house, but there are still hundreds of them buzzing away out there, in the same places that I sprayed. My husband and I mowed the grass within an inch of its life, yet mosquitos will still be out there tomorrow. We do not control God’s creation, no matter what we think. We do not control when our lives begin, nor when they end. We do not even control whether we will catch a cold, regardless of how many times we wash our hands and use sanitizer on grocery carts. These painful things, mosquitos, death, and sickness, are part of the curse. They should remind us of our utter need for God, how powerless we are.
Though I will continue my war with the mosquitos, spraying them with insecticides, using repellant on my body, mowing the grass, and everything else, I can be thankful that God is in control of everything and sent those mosquitos to remind me of that. It’s not a fun thing, but it is oh so necessary. Just something to think about the next time you get bitten by one of those blood-sucking demons.