The pool at Camp Idlewild was always one of the most popular places for campers, but one year it was the place to be if you were a frog. Hundreds (thousands?) of little green frogs descended on the pool, many finding their into the pool skimmers. It was a huge mess. The camp director issued the edict that our athletic director would also be given the job of frog wrangler; it was now his job to remove all the frogs from the pool area. Well, he couldn’t just blow his whistle and say, “OK, everybody out of the pool!” (Come to think about it, that didn’t work with the kids either). So the athletic director spent much of one night capturing hundreds (thousands?) of frogs and placing them into five gallon buckets... which he then placed outside the camp director's door! I could not stifle a laugh the next morning at breakfast when the director said, "Boy, those frogs sure made a lot of noise last night!" The plague of frogs on
So why do we choose one more night with frogs? We often make the decision to go on a diet or start a exercise program or do something else to improve our lives... and we always decide to do it “tomorrow” (or "next Monday"). Sometimes our resolution is more spiritual— we will start reading the Bible daily or attending church more faithfully or get involved in a small group or get some help in overcoming a recurring sin. But again it seems that our favorite time for starting is always TOMORROW. We chose another night with the frogs. But tomorrow often never seems to come. This Monday always seems to slip into the next Monday. We always seem to choose another night with the frogs. And we never seem to get rid of them.
What is it that you need to do for the glory of God? Don't put it off! Get rid of the frogs today!
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Having never spent a night near the pool (and not knowing it’s proximity from the tall fence that surrounds it) I can not comment on how the frogs may have been assisted on their flight into the pool area. I am sure they did not know or consider the effect that the water additives would have on them. The suffering of a couple of five gallon buckets full of little green creatures was short lived.
They could not remain. They gave no thought for the health of other swimmers and they made no sound as they exhausted themselfs, attempting to climb the walls. Pilling self upon self restricting the intended flow of water, until. . . no longer moving the water could not pass through the filters and without swift action the integrity of the health of the pool would have collapsed into a swamp of green slime. (This could not be put off until tomorrow.) Who would want to get into the water with a bunch of dying and dead slimy reptiles with their skin peeling off? (as the summer temperature soured to an all time high!) The frogs do not belong in the pool! They can make their noises elsewhere as they call to one another late into the night. Each using there own voice not singing praise but saying “Here I am, Here I am, Here I am! Pick me, pick me. . . “ they will fill there gut as the twilight fades and the insects will not be as much of a problem on hot summer nights when the frogs are heathy.
Having healthy food in the house will help with the diet. Swimming remains one of the best ways to exercises and clean water is the best way to do that!
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