So we're remodeling our bathroom--real DIYers, that's us (Do It Yourself)...and we moved in the vanity last night, so it could be hooked up by the plumbers this morning.
Note: Never do your own plumbing! Note #2: Plumbers always show up at 8:am.
Anyway, I bent down to lift the espresso-colored, all-wood vanity and by the time I'd set my end down in the bathroom, I knew I'd put my back out. My ever-helpful Beve said, "You should have lifted with your legs." Which is all well and good, except that I'd already done the damage. But it got me to thinking. Bending over to lift something is completely instinctive. Why is it that we're made in such ways that what we do without thought can cause harm, and what we must stop and consider, then do, is usually the best course? We are the only creatures on the planet for which this is so, I think. Animals in the wild are the opposite. Instincts carry the day; in fact, instincts are all that animals have. We are stunned when any creature shows a glimmer of high reasoning skills, and we measure them against ourselves. Those who stop to weigh options, who take the time to decide which way to run, for instance, are eaten by their enemies. I've seen it on Planet Earth. Bend at the waist, lift without thinking, hurry, run, press on--those are the only options for survival in the wild.
But we're a counter-intuitive population, all the way around. And if we're made to stop and think as human beings, in the Kingdom we're told to go much, much further. Love your enemies. Forgive those who persecute you. Serve others as the way to be great in the Kingdom. The first shall be last and the last shall be first. These aren't suggestions. We're called to it, forget instinct. Lift with your legs.