Chasing the Fox
Have you ever had an experience which has imbedded itself into your thoughts to peel off some protective layers of your consciousness? Sometimes foolishness needs a stage to be more clearly revealed.
Setting the Stage:
My spouse and I drive a particular route regularly going to and from town for shopping, restaurants, and services. The route runs through some farmland where vegetables, wheat, and corn are grown. There are homes interspersed along the road. Occasionally we spot a rabbit, coyote, or fox moving in the fields at dusk or dawn. It is always a scenic, interesting ride.
This time of year, the fields lie fallow, having been, plowed, cultivated, chiseled or broken with a disc as needed in preparation for spring planting. As there are no barriers to visibility, whatever rises above the surface of the ground stands no chance of remaining hidden. The only cover remains in the ditches and along the road, where the tall grasses remain as they have not been burned out yet in preparation for water flows in the spring.
Consequently, that is where the wildlife and the predators tend to lurk. Inevitably, they leave a scent trail for those coming after them. The invisible trail follows the wandering path that is followed as the various denizens search for food and shelter.
Along this stretch of highway, there is a 4 Way Stop intersection. The south two corners are inhabited by homes. The north two corners abut open fields. Occasionally, approaching the intersection, we observed some dogs in the yards of the two homes, but paid scant attention, as they were incidental to our journey back and forth.
An unusual encounter:
On one recent trip, as we approached the intersection we began slowing in preparation for stopping at the corner. As we did, two dogs bounded up and out of the ditch and ran right in front of the car. Clearly, they were on a “scent trail”, probably from the Fox we had seen a couple of days earlier in the same area. Slamming on the brakes, we felt the car make contact with one of them.
We continued to skid to a stop, fearing the worst. As we did, we saw the two dogs run off into the yard of one of the homes. One of them was limping noticeably as it ran away. They disappeared around the back of one of the homes and out of sight. Some what shaken, we pulled into the drive of the home where the dogs disappeared. Getting out of the car, we approached the door, thinking we had very bad news for the owner.
A Surprise:
We rang the door bell, and could hear dogs barking inside the home. As the Woman opened the door, we observed two healthy Rottweilers bounding around behind her; neither appeared to be in any distress. In fact, they approached wagging their tails and licking our hands.
We began by explaining what had happened and asking if there was an injured dog in her yard. She began to chuckle and giggle. We were taken aback at her response. Only then did we see that one of her dogs had only three legs, and walked with a distinct hopping gait characteristic of dogs missing a limb. She said they had just come in through the “doggie door”.
A Realization
She explained her dogs were probably tracking the “Fox scent” and were oblivious to anything else when they were “on the hunt”. We examined the dogs and found no significant damage from the encounter with our vehicle, much to our relief.
She continued her story by telling us that the 3 legged dog had previously been hit by a car in the same area while following a scent trail. Here was the dog, damaged and hobbled from a previous encounter, now pursuing exactly the same path, with a similar result. The fortunate outcome was that there were no serious injuries from this most recent brush with death.
A lesson:
As I reflected on the experience, I kept flashing to the image of the dog limping away. A question formed in my mind: “How often do we repeat destructive, dangerous, hunts for that elusive sense of well being? We chase the Restless Fox of relief, only to run into the path of an addiction, activity, behavior, or people who threaten and deliver all kinds of harm; physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual forms of death and destruction.
We blithely repeat the pattern, just as the dog did chasing an elusive and long gone fox. We suffer the consequences, the fox goes on. Who is the fool; The Fox or the hound?
Perhaps, a better way is to follow a different scent trail and stay out of dangerous ditches. I suggest that pursuit of God’s scent, following His path is a far better idea. Believe, trust, and receive! He will not guide us into self destructive behavior and foolish risks. In fact, the path leads to life in abundance and joy we can never find in the fox hunt.
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