Instruments of Creation

I sit silently behind the old log. Washed up on the shores of the beach by waves of unimaginable might years ago. I sit listening. Listening to the water gently lapping the shore. Listening to the robin flitting through the salal and salmon berry bushes. Listening to the flies chasing one another about my head. Listening for God. I wait attentively, meditating, praying for His fellowship.

But I'm distracted. I scratch a mosquito bite (one of many) on my arm. What's the point of such things? They are a nuisance we should have done away with years ago, purged from this earth. Insignificant little vermin they are. Useless and pointless, their high pitched whine torments us. Why do such things exist?

I remember taking band in high school. When first learning a piece of music we'd gloss over the finer details-- the changes in dynamics, a Glissando or a Sforzando or a Trill, Legato or Staccato. We merely played each note. All other things seemed insignificant. To our developing musical skills, they were an unimportant annoyance.

But as we got better at playing the notes, we began to add in all these little "annoyances." Slowly the song would grow in richness and beauty. What we once thought no one would miss, now added a whole new depth to the piece.

In the same way, the mosquito is like this. It may seem pointless and useless. But when played in the Grand Orchestra of God's creation, they add to the beauty and depth of God's Symphony. We may feel like no one would miss them if they aren't there, but abolish them from the earth and, like that note sans Sforzando, everything becomes a little bit dull and boring.

And what about those nasty bites? Surely God could have done away with that nasty trait long ago in the evolutionary time line? But then, the female mosquito must consume blood to reproduce.

I look down at my arm again, the ghastly bites covering it. I no longer view myself as a victim. I am in communion with God's creation. I am not apart from the rest of Creation, but a part of it. It's not me versus the elements, but me with them. From each bite God will lovingly mold hundreds of new mosquito larvae, each one significant in His eyes.

To think that God would use us in such a way. That our bodies could be so instrumental in bringing forth a wonderful part of his Grand Creation Symphony. We are all part of God's Orchestra, and by playing together, not as individual instruments or parts or even notes, but as one, our lives and roles on this planet, no matter how insignificant they may seem, weaving about one another under the direction of the Great Conductor, we can make truly beautiful music. Kind of makes the itching seem a little insignificant doesn't it?