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ROADKILL, PESTS AND FOOD
by Pastor George Van Alstine
I saw a dead squirrel in the road today. Its losing race with a car must have happened just a couple of hours earlier, because its fur still moved with the breeze in a lifelike way. Yet, it was dead—just roadkill.
My biology-lab mind took over, and I reflected on the fact that the squirrel had a brain resembling mine in its structure and function. We also shared the same basic body structure—a skeleton with similar bone connections, two eyes, two ears, four limbs. Our internal organs all functioned in very much the same way—lungs, heart, intestines, kidneys. He had advantages over me front and rear, hair on his head and a long bushy tail. But this roadkill and I had more in common than we had differences between us.
A little later in the day I swatted a mosquito. Just a bug that was bothering me, but I couldn’t stop my mind from seeing my biology-textbook diagram of an insect’s innards. There were all the same basic organ systems—digestion, circulation, excretion, reproduction. Most striking was the fact that my deceased bug acquaintance had a heart and a brain, the two organs closest to defining where a human person lives. All this complexity within the tiny critter I had casually killed as a pest.
I put these thoughts aside to enjoy my lunch. It was while I was chewing my first bite of hamburger that it occurred to me that the protein I was eating had a few weeks before been a cud-chewing heifer pushing and shoving other cattle for space at a feeding trough. This cow that was in the process of becoming part of me had also shared the same body design—eyes, stomach, hair, liver, tongue, toenails. And there were those two intimate organs again, brain and heart.
The psalmist wrote of himself, “I am fearfully and wonderfully made” (Psalm 139:14). He could just as easily have said this of a squirrel, or a mosquito, or a cow. Each one is just as much a miracle of design and function from the creative mind of God. Why are they roadkill, or pests, or food, while I am so much more special?
As I thought about this, I came to three conclusions:
Just some musings on dead things, the continuity of all life, and the awesomeness of God.