SON OF CORRUPTION
Deuteronomy 4:9 Only take heed to thyself, and keep thy soul diligently, lest thou forget the things which thine eyes have seen, and lest they depart from thy heart all the days of thy life: but teach them thy sons, and thy sons' sons;
The young man held very still in the near evening gloom. Quietly he waited for the baited trap to be sprung. There were the beginnings of cramping in his arms and legs. Too much inaction would dull his reaction and response at the worst moment. He must remain vigilant yet relaxed in his mind and body. A tense expectation of mind would tend to bring a tension in his muscles he could not afford. On the other hand, a dull and wavering mind would leave him dazed or asleep at the critical moment. The warning of cramping muscles indicated he’d failed to find a proper balance between mind, body, and circumstance. The trap would soon be sprung or else he’d go home empty handed. With his father he’d never failed to deliver the final death-blow in a sprung trap, but there was always a first time for everything.
These musings made him remember his father’s droning and persistent teaching of the hunt. No other family was able to boast as many successful hunts. Their family had never come back empty handed. He was not going to be the first in their line to fail. His father had taught him well and this was his solo hunt. He’d been crouched here in the foliage all day. The first part of the day was spent reading the signs of the jungle that pointed to the right hunting spot. That had been his first of many lessons; how to read the jungle around him. It was not an easy lesson but it was fundamental to the hunt. This was the foundation of the hunt upon which his family had never altered or strayed. His father had taught him and his father’s father had taught him on back countless generations. They were the Hunter’s, named for their reputation and ability. He was called “Bright-moon Hunter” because of the night he was born.
The sun had almost gone down over an unseen horizon and through the dense canopy he could see the soon brightening full moon. It was fitting his trial should coincide with the sign of his birth. Today he would be a man.
As he considered the rising and brightening moon the trap was sprung. With ease and grace he quickly inserted the dart, aimed the tube, and blew with the experience of many days training. Out of the upper reaches a small body fell. Quickly he moved to the inert form and raising his club delivered the killing blow. There would be meat tonight and one more man for the hunt!
As he prepared to leave he saw on the ground the patchwork brightness of the moon. How did the light from so high touch the ground around him? He loved these nights. Hunters could travel great distances and reap more prey in the bright moons. He didn’t have to fumble along the way, but could see from landmark to landmark. The moon gave life with its light. Was the moon God? Was the land a God too? He came to the only possible conclusion, one God had to have made it all or it would not work together as it did. Lost in thought he stopped. Looking down, around, and up he asked God to continue working it all out. Had his fathers known God like they knew the hunt? When had they stopped teaching God? He would like to know God. Who would teach God?
Deuteronomy 32:4-7 He is the Rock, his work is perfect: for all his ways are judgment: a God of truth and without iniquity, just and right is he. They have corrupted themselves, their spot is not the spot of his children: they are a perverse and crooked generation. Do ye thus requite the LORD, O foolish people and unwise? is not he thy father that hath bought thee? hath he not made thee, and established thee? Remember the days of old, consider the years of many generations: ask thy father, and he will shew thee; thy elders, and they will tell thee.
