Juan Hernandez just told me I’ve got worms.
Maybe that’s why I don’t feel well. And then through my pathetic Spanglish I comprehend that I don’t personally have worms but there are worms in the grass in my fields and they are going to eat me out of house and home if I don’t do something about it. The worms are of the Spodoptera frugiperda variety and they love Bermuda grass that has been highly fertilized. They are discerning little buggers and they won’t eat trash grass or unimproved grass; they have a taste for the grass that makes the best cow and horse hay in the Gulf Coast. They are called armyworms because they march across fields like an army taking new territory, and when they walk through your field you’ll have nothing but a bare field when they are gone. Nothing. Nada. Nil.
So I made a phone call to a nice fellow who has a boom truck that will spray acres and acres in a few hours, and he’ll be here this afternoon and he said he would be able “to get rid of them crawling devils” and set my grass back on track.
“Crawling devils,” he called them… hmmm… Satan must be a worm. He won’t eat the old things in my life that are worthless, but he’ll travel great distances to eat the fresh fruit I am trying to grow. When I try to do good he comes along and eats the evidence before anyone can see it. He tries to strip my life clean of any proof of Christian maturity or growth. He crawls through every corner of my life looking for anything that is healthy and full of life and he eats, and he eats, and he eats. And then it’s gone; nothing but a barren, fruitless life is left.
But in Joel 2 God promises that He will restore the years that the worms have eaten. Isn’t that just like God? I lost a harvest, but God is going to restore the whole year. So if you have worms, call out to God and let him get rid of “them crawling devils,” and restore you.