Do you have any wounds from the battle of life…maybe a battle scar or two? Life is hard and hurts unavoidable. Today, my doves offer us some new insights on wounds.
A couple weeks ago, I came home to three wounded doves. There were slashes on their necks and at the top of their wings. I was puzzled…in three years, there had been no coop conflicts. I pulled out the oldest male and put him in a separate cage to let him recover—and hopefully restore order.
I thought about my husband, Craig’s recent warning that a hawk had been eyeing the dove cage. My reply at the time still made sense to me. ‘That’s no problem. The cage is predator proof; he can’t hurt them.” But I wondered if the hawk had increased the tension in some way. There was nothing to do but see if ‘normal’ would return.
My doves were about to fulfill the purpose I bought them for: teaching me spiritual truths.
The next day, Craig came home to find the hawk attacking the cage–talons extended through the wire. Even then, the hawk would have been as harmless as the doves, except…the elder doves came to the front of the cage to fight him off. The cause of the slashes was clearly exposed.
I found the whole situation mind boggling–from both the dove and the hawk vantage point. The doves could easily have stayed outside the reach of their enemy. The hawk could easily have found an easier meal.
The parallels to Christian life leaped out to me.
- Like my doves, I am safe in the fortress of Christ.
- Like the hawk, Satan seeks to destroy me.
- Like my doves, I often engage with the enemy un-necessarily. There are times I should simply ‘be still and know He is God’ instead of stepping up to take on the enemy.
- Like the hawk, Satan cannot have me – even if he takes my life.
But there were more dove lessons for me to learn.
The next day, I draped a curtain over the front of the dove cage hoping that ‘out of sight’ would mean ‘ought of mind’ for Sir Hawk. It did not. Craig returned home to find the hawk perched on top of the dove cage claiming it as his own. More wounds were visible on the older doves. Puffing his wings out, the hawk warned Craig to stay away from his impossible dream feast.
Mr. Hawk failed to understand he had taken on more than a cage of doves. He met his end that day. It took several days before the doves returned to their conversational selves. Their wounds are healing.
Spiritually, I see a new beauty in my dove’s ‘foolish’ engagement of the enemy. Had those older doves not entered into battle with the enemy, his threat would have remained. We would not have acted to eliminate him. Their wounds produced a deeper, more real peace.
That encouraged me…and I hope you too! Like that foolish hawk, Satan does attack Christians. He acts like he owns us…but he is mistaken. We have a Protector who will act on our behalf.
Sometimes the safety at the back of the cage is where we will be. Sometimes we’ll be on the front-line and our battles will become a cry to the Father. Then, He will take the enemy out.
We may not always know where we should be, but we will be okay. We can celebrate the wounds of life that we entrust to our Protector. They offer protection, hope and healing to those not ready for battle.
We are safe and on the winning team! Sing your Heartsong!