I love our zoo. The Cheyenne Mountain Zoo at its elevation claims to be the highest in the States and it certainly is one the best. Yes, I’m probably biased. We were members when our children were young and now they are members themselves.
Recently the 200thgiraffe was born there to its mother “Mizuki”. The precious little (5 feet 8 inches) baby was born without incident but after birth was not standing up in the normal time frame it should have.
Concerned, the zoo staff lured the mother into another cage and then went to the new baby to help it to stand. The staff gathered around her and held her up until she became steady on her legs. Once she was steady, they left her pen. After a bit, she fell down again. In came the staff once more. They picked her up, surrounded her and held her until they could feel her wobbling stop and her legs come into their own. They left her again and she began to walk exploring her new world.
And isn’t that what the body of Christ does for each other? Or is meant to?
I become weak. I forget the truth. Doubt of the goodness of God begins to creep into my heart and I’m no longer standing strong on the firm ground of the Rock. A friend either notices or I tell them and they come to my aid to speak the truth to me. To remind me Who God Is. To tell me who I am to Him. To ground me once again on a solid foundation. And my wobbly legs, my wobbly faith is strengthened once more and I stand.
We need each other.
It’s how it’s meant to be and it’s a good thing. Being wobbly sometimes isn’t a sign of failure, it’s a sign of our humanity. To need sometimes is not to be weak. It is to be real.
We are blessed when someone notices or we have someone to ask for help. Oh dear ones, if no one notices, ask.
And let us be ones to grow in seeing and come to the aid of others who need to borrow our strength.