Incarnation

Occasionally I talk with a person who can’t figure out why God had to become a man to save us. It reminds me of something I observed during the summers I worked on my Grandfather’s farm. I used to go hiking in the sagebrush, looking for petrified wood. Occasionally I ran across a giant red ant hill. I’d always have some crackers and bread along to feed the birds, so I would stop and crumble some of the crackers or bread around the ant hill. Those ants would go out of their minds with this “manna” from heaven. As I observed the ants, however, I saw they were not very smart. Two ants would argue over the same crumb of bread. Others would go the long way to get back to the nest with their crumbs. I would see ants struggling to climb rocks as they carried their bits of bread when they could have gone around the rocks much easier. I could have shouted,…