Article July 27, 1998 Issue

Outdoors, and Ouchless

Elise L. Moore, Peter James Wilson

By Elise L. Moore

We were painting the house. The rear bedroom windows were dormers, and the only access to them was from the roof. It didn't take long for me to realize that I was not the only occupant of that roof. A colony of wasps had made their home in or around one of the dormers. They were active, too—in, out, flying all around.

As I sat with wasps buzzing by my head and crawling over my legs, I prayed to see these creatures as God did—in terms of the spiritual qualities they reflect, which I knew had to be good.

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