A Bug's Life

A recent conversation with my daughter about a book she read made me stop and think.

Here’s my summary. The book tells a story of the main character that woke up one day and found he had turned into a bug. The family handled this peculiar change by closing the bedroom door, bringing him food twice a day and waiting. But, for what did they wait? I’m not sure. Eventually the bug—the family member— died and the book ended.

Speaking of how does that make you feel (see 11/14 post), aside from the absurdity of a human physically turning into an insect, don’t you feel empty at the end of that story? To think that a human life has no more value than a creature with six or eight legs which at the end of his or her existence ends up in a dusty corner, like a dead  spider or dehydrated cricket is a meaningless life.

We are not insects. We are not part of the animal kingdom. When we die, it means something to someone. If no one on earth notices, there is a God, the creator of all life, who notices and who cares. He cares about our life as well as our death.

Insects do not love, do not think and do not feel. Humans do. God created us in his image, so he does too.

Do you feel like your living a bug’s life, that someone could squash you and no one would care or notice?

God cares. Look up and ask him if what I’m saying is true.

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Comments

[Janna Rust]

When my dogs die, someone will care... and they are part of the animal kingdom. :) But I suppose you are right. No one really cares about the dehydrated garage cricket, and God does care about us.