Wednesday, May 30, 2012
The Wolf is at the Door
Remember the tale of The Boy Who Cried Wolf? You know the one. Little boy, seeking attention, cries "Wolf, Wolf" while playing in a secluded field. Terrified, the villagers run to his rescue, only to find the little boy completely unharmed with nary a wolf in sight. Again and again, hearkening the little boy's cries, the townsfolk arm themselves with pitchforks, bows and knives and rush to defend one of their own against the devil beast. And, time after time, the little boy sheepishly admits that perhaps he hadn't seen a wolf after all. Finally, one fated afternoon, the little boy lifts his gaze, and cringed in horror at the penetrating yellow eyes of his greatest adversary - the Wolf. With terror unmatched in his young life, the little boys cries "Wolf, Wolf" at the top of his lungs, only to be met with the indifferent silence of an apathetic village. Hearing the little boy cry "wolf" innumerable times when no actual danger was present had hardened the hearts of the townsfolk. This time, they ignored the frantic cries and went on with the tasks at hand. The mother rocked her child, the grocer sold his goods and the smith worked his iron. The people went on with their lives as the boy lay dying in a pool of his own blood.
When the little boy failed to come home for dinner, the villagers scoffed at his weeping mother, not moved by her pleas for help. As they settled themselves into warm, inviting beds, they slept the sleep of the righteous. And then - they heard scratching. Peering into the darkness, they searched for the cause. Seeing nothing, they turned, thinking once again of sweet slumber. With their defenses down, he pounced. The wolf with the yellow eyes was at their door - and yet they slumbered.
I made the mistake of reading the news. Headlines herald the end. "Congressional Budget Office Warns of Economic Cliff". "New Black Panthers Call to Create "Red Sea" of Bloodshed"". "Total Emergency" in Spain. But, as usual, life goes on with nary a glitch. Sure, gas prices are awful and I'll have to hold my nose when I vote this year, but the realities of my day to day life remain untouched.
Now is the time when many become complacent. They grow tired of hearing the "boy" cry "wolf". They've armed themselves against the beast only to be betrayed by the town crier. They're done. The wolf is a myth - a figment of an overactive imagination. They are going to live for the now - for the moment. To heck with the wolf. Life is waiting.
But, the wolf is at the door. After months and years of prepping and planning, it is easy to become disillusioned. "If it hasn't happened yet, it never will". But nothing could be further from the truth. The wolf has been prowling, seeking who he can devour, and he will, when we are at our weakest. Therefore, I encourage you to keep the faith. Run the race. Don't lose heart. You are our last, best hope.
The wolf is at the door. How will you answer?