Not My Circus. Not My Monkeys.

A month or two ago, I came across a Facebook post from a former coworker of mine.  It was a meme of a little nugget of wisdom — “Not my circus. Not my monkeys.” — and underneath, she’d proudly proclaimed “my new motto!”  not my monkeys

After I giggled, I dismissed it as nonsense.  As Christians, aren’t everyone’s monkeys our monkeys?  Aren’t we our brother’s monkey’s keeper?  Or something?

It took me a few days to realize that God might be trying to speak to me, using my favorite animal as his mouthpiece. Continue reading