nice goats. might bite.
Not regularly scheduled programming. Just some thoughts that came in with the new year.
The second day of January, I went running in an uncharted-to-me area of woods and trails near my house.
Alongside a stretch of flimsy fencing at the edge of a farm, I saw a sign that said:
Our goats are nice, but they might bite.
Biting is not my idea of niceness.
But why do goats bite?
Perhaps it is because we are tasty and goats deserve tasty snacks. Who’s to say we cannot be food for others in this universe we share?
Perhaps we need to be challenged with pain so we can learn to persevere. Who’s to say goats cannot be providential hammers in the forge that shapes great human character?
Perhaps angels need a round of laughter from time to time. It’s likely their task as guardians is only bearable if they get a kick out of our temporal troubles.
Perhaps demons need reminding that they cannot prevent all the joy in the world. And they need tremble because pain itself is not sin.
