We’re here just going about our business when Jeff, our pest control guy, comes in during his quarterly maintenance visit and says, “I think you’d better come out here.”
It’s a statement that strikes dread in the heart of anyone who’s been through as many pest control storms as we have involving a million ants and nearly as many other kinds of critters. Jeff is like a member of the family having guided us safely through these troubled waters.
We followed him to the side of the house and he pointed. “Looks like you have bees in your walls.” I followed his finger to honey bees cueing up to slide through a small gap between the brick and the siding.
“We can’t kill bees. You’re going to have to hire an extractor.”
We understood, having read that bees, essential to agriculture, are in decline, so we wanted to do the right thing.
Let me dispel the idea that an extractor does the work in exchange for bees. No one does that. You have to HIRE an extractor.
We did a little research and located an expert, Rodney, who after his inspection, determined we had around 25,000 bees that'd made their way into the boxing of our house.
A lot of bees.
It took all one morning, but we are now bee free, and Rodney has a queen for a new hive at his place one county over.
Albert Einstein once said, “If the bee disappeared off the face of the earth, man would only have four years left to live.” Someone else has said we should thank the bees for one-third of our diet.
We buy produce, eat, and enjoy. We delight in the beauty of a garden.
And we either don’t know or we forget that we owe the bounty to an invertebrate animal with a winged segmented hairy body, which sucks nectar and gathers pollen.
We don’t remember that every spring they’re buzzing around out there preparing our next meal.
Entomologist May Berenbaum states, “Pollinators are what ecologists call keystone species. You know how an arch has a keystone. It's the one stone that keeps the two halves of the arch together. [...] If you remove the keystone, the whole arch collapses.”
Bees are a keystone species in the physical realm.
All this got me thinking that in the spiritual realm, there’s only One who can keep our halves together, who can keep us from collapsing.
“While they were eating, Jesus took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to his disciples, saying, “Take and eat; this is my body” (Matthew 26:26).
Jesus became the bread of life for us. And sometimes we forget the cost.
We forget the Via Dolorosa and the crown of thorns and the pierced side. We forget the cross and lose touch with His work on our behalf.
So much more than the bees give us food for our physical bodies, He came to give us life in our souls, and without Him, we implode. Even though we didn't deserve it, He came for us.
So, God, increase our thankful remembrances for all you’ve done through Jesus.
The undulating buzz of bees in the house has diminished now, but the hum of God’s spirit faithfully continues.