Relevant Life

Once, in a forest filled with harmony and purpose, there lived a Badger known far and wide for his gentle spirit, graceful demeanor, and unwavering devotion to both his Creator and the creatures around him. He was a servant at heart, always eager to help. Each day, he assisted Beaver in hauling wood for his new home, helped Skunk fumigate his den after a mishap, and supported Dove—the forest’s voice of the Creator—in sharing wisdom and comfort.

Badger and Dove were often seen together, working side by side to uplift the forest. Dove, wise and discerning, always knew the right words to bring peace and clarity. But lately, a quiet distance had grown between them.

In the shadows of the same forest slithered a Serpent—cunning, venomous, and filled with hatred. His bitterness toward the Creator, who had long ago stripped him of his legs, had twisted his soul. He lived to sow chaos among the Creator’s beloved creatures. And none stirred his wrath more than Badger, whose daily acts of kindness reflected the Creator’s light.

The Serpent knew Badger was too large to consume, but not too large to corrupt. His venom didn’t just wound—it transformed. A single bite could turn a pure heart dark, deaf to Dove’s voice and blind to the Creator’s truth. So the Serpent watched, studied, and waited. He soon discovered Badger’s morning ritual: a solitary walk along the riverbank at dawn. That would be the moment to strike.

One morning, as the sun began to rise and paint the river with golden light, Badger set out on his usual path. Hidden in the brush ahead, the Serpent lay coiled, fangs ready. But high above, Dove soared, keeping watch. He spotted the danger and dove swiftly toward the path.

“Badger, my friend!” Dove cried, landing just ahead. “Do not take another step!”

Startled, Badger halted. “What’s wrong, Dove?” he asked.

“There’s danger in the bush ahead. Something that could cost you your life,” Dove warned gently.

Badger trusted Dove’s voice—it had guided him many times before. But today, he hesitated. The bush looked harmless, and he was nearly late to help Beaver. Against his better judgment, Badger stepped forward.

Dove’s eyes filled with sorrow as the Serpent lunged from the bush, sinking his fangs deep into Badger’s back. A scream tore from Badger’s throat, echoing through the forest. Animals rushed to the river, drawn by the cry.

The venom coursed through Badger’s body—dark, hateful, corrupting. He staggered, dazed and broken. Dove flew to his side, helpless. The forest creatures surrounded him, tears falling like rain. They knew the end was near.

With a cruel smile, the Serpent slithered away into the shadows.

Badger collapsed beside the river, his breath fading. Beaver and Skunk gently carried his body and buried him beneath the old sycamore tree. Dove, heart heavy, shared the Creator’s message and honored Badger’s life. Grief hung in the air like morning mist as Dove returned to the treetops, mourning the loss of his friend.

Moral of the Story

Never grow complacent in your faith. The Holy Spirit speaks with wisdom and love—listen closely. The enemy waits in silence, ready to strike when routine dulls your discernment. Once bitten, the path back is steep and shadowed. Trust the Spirit. Let Him guide your steps, even when the way seems familiar. For what looks safe may hide the serpent’s fangs.