This weekend, to celebrate the beginning of summer, and a lapse in our rational thought, we went camping. It turns out that three days in oppressive heat, and very little sleep, can have a very negative effect on the best of us.
One morning I was out walking with my husband and I was complaining about something. Who am I kidding, I was complaining about EVERYTHING, and my husband, who I swear is fascinated by just about anything, interrupted my rant and pointed out a dragonfly.
“Look at that,” he said. “Its wings are colored in the middle, but clear on the sides. I bet he blends in perfectly with everything when he’s in the woods!”
I rolled my eyes at Jeff, and kept complaining. Being a good husband, he politely let me vent so I didn’t take off someone’s head, namely his. Later that night though, as I struggled to find sleep in the middle of dew drenched tent, I thought about the dragonfly, and his camouflage.
I thought about my faith, and about how sometimes, whether I want to or not, I blend right in. I’m hard to spot. Its almost like my faith is like a stripe on clear wings. If I’m in the right place, my faith is visible, but otherwise, I blend right in. Put me out there in the world and I’m afraid I look too much like it. I’m inconsiderate, hypocritical, and selfish. I don’t look much different than the other dragonflies out there.
I don’t believe though that Christ would want us to live a dragonfly kind of life. He has no desire to have us blend into a world he died to save. Instead I think he would have us shed any comfort we might draw from our camouflage, and confront the fear that makes us want to blend in. As believers in Christ, we aren’t meant to blend into the world. We are meant to be visible, and to point to the one who saved this world we’re in, but not of.