Comedic Relief. A friend down the road texted me late this morning, “Are you getting a new car? Please tell me you’re at the church and can look out by the corner!” With such an invitation, how could I not look? Moving from my office to the official front door, a big truck with a bigger trailer was parked by the cemetery. I couldn’t see it at first, but as it rolled past me on Old Stage Road I caught my neighbor’s excitement…The trademark “Lamborghini” detailed the side of the trailer. I responded, “No church for eight weeks and the pastor gets a lambo!!! I think that would make the news.” I didn’t need the first half of that sentence. Church or no church for eight weeks, pastors shouldn’t get Lamborghini’s…sorry to disappoint half my audience.
Coming back to the office from lunch, I caught this out of the corner of my eye: A fly and a bee collecting pollen in a waning yellow daffodil. I felt in that moment a return to the natural order. Suns shine. Daffodils open. Flies and bees and wasps find sustenance. This happens every day somewhere. Today it happened here.
Upon closer inspection, the fly and wasp shared the abundance of the Creation. It was a conscious decision. They did not fight over the flower. They did not hoard the gold dust. They did not argue about who should have access to the resources and under what circumstances they should be shared. They shared what they held in common.
Henry David Thoreau reported on the battle between two colonies of ants…red and black. Having watched the combat between red and black ant for most of the afternoon, Thoreau writes, “I never learned which party was victorious, nor the cause of the war; but I felt for the rest of that day as if I had had my feelings excited and harrowed by witnessing the struggle, the ferocity and carnage, of a human battle before my door.”
I observed today selfless cooperation. I wonder why they so willingly shared what they had. Do they not have the capacity to recognize each other as a threat? Do they not have the arrogance to assert their own primacy? Do they not know that Darwin decreed that they must fight to ensure the survival of their race?
I believe that they knew those things, they simply chose a different path. They could have spent the day battling, squabbling, jockeying for position, but they didn’t. They chose honor over violence. They chose cooperation over competition.
Like Thoreau, I see very human conduct played out in nature. I am glad that I saw the image of a peacable kingdom at my doorstep. I feel calm and blessed for the vision I witnessed. May you, also, witness goodness and cooperation…outside your doorstep or further into the woods. When you see it, capture it, reflect it, embody it, and pass it on.
I love you.
I need you.
I hope for you.
Please be safe.