I rode an elephant through the streets of Thailand today. He was high society -- satin covering and canopy in bright gold and red. A different elephant than we see in the zoo -- his ears were speckled like a Dalmatian. Our driver said the elephant was 30 years old and I imagine he's been riding tourists for almost that entire time.
The driver used his feet to steer the elephant's head -- except once when he used a thick stick. To my untrained elephant-riding eye, it seemed an excessive use of force, but what do I know?
It was a pretty cool perspective to see the world from atop an elephant. It was neat to note how the elephant responded to the simple touch of his master's feet. How I long to respond to my MASTER's voice and touch in much the same way.
Mind you, the heavy stick I want to do without. My DAD is all about grace. Oh, how I love grace.
As our tour came to a close, the big elephant sneezed. Elephant sneeze = super slime time. Let me tell you, Nickelodeon has nothing on an elephant sneeze. At first, I was shocked; but the peals of laughter quickly followed. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. And then it hit me . . .
How many times am I riding high with the ONE who loves me most only to sneeze and slime HIM completely? How often do I cover my JESUS with goo that isn't HIS to bear? But oh, how HE loves me. HE holds me tight and showers me with grace and reminds me that I am HIS.
I'll take that any day.
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