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!”
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