Bees? What Bees?

Have you ever been close to as swarm of bees?  When I was a child the father of my best friend kept bees.  I remember going to his house one day to play and he said we needed to go out in the field between our houses as a hive of bees was swarming and his dad was going to get them into a new hive.

 

As we were heading out to the field we were suddenly surrounded by hundreds of, what seemed to be very angry bees.  They were buzzing past my head and some even landed on my shirt.  I was filled with fear and  began to swing at the bees in an effort to get them away from me. 

 

My friend just walked along not paying any apparent attention to the buzzing hoards that surrounded us.  He was calm and acted like this was just another day.

 

I on the other hand became more and more frantic.  I ducked, I waved my hands, I hit the bees, and finally, broke into a run.  This seemed to bolster the bees, they followed me with greater voracity.  I was sure they intended to kill me. 

 

My friend now having noticed my plight, yelled at me to stop running….I could not.   He said to stop hitting at the bees….I did not.  He said the bees would not hurt me….I did not believe him. 

 

Now I had known my friend for as long as I could remember.  We were the same age having been born a few months apart and we played together almost every day of our lives.  In our play we often played jokes on one another.  This though, was no joking matter, these bees meant business, they intended to kill me and I was not about to let them. 

 

Within seconds, a bee landed on my forehead and I smacked it, in the process the bee buried it’s stinger in my forehead just above my eyebrow.  The bee was dead, but left its calling card.  A bump rose up on my forehead and enclosed my eye.  Within a few minutes, my eye was completely swollen shut.  My friend was not harmed.

 

I never forgot that encounter.  Even today, when a bee buzzes past my head I fight the urge to duck and run for cover.  One sting of a bee and my life was changed forever.

 

At that time in my life I knew little about bees.  I had seen them in my Mother’s garden and knew they made honey.  I listened to stories told by older children about how bees could sting a cow to death just for getting too close to their hive.

 

Having never been around a hive of bees, I was already afraid of what they would do to me.

 

I see that same fear in the lives of many a father today.  We are riddled with questions about how to be a good father and husband.  We see how “bad” fathers are talked about and we are reminded of our lack of experience when faced with the defiance of a two year old intent upon expressing their own individuality despite the discomfort it may cause them or you. 

 

We have heard the stories of children being taken from families because of a father and his poor choices. 

 

We know we only have one chance at this father thing with each child.  What if we mess it up and our child is emotionally damaged for the rest of their lives?  Who then would be the “bad” father?

 

What if I am the poor provider?  My family will suffer and I will be the cause of much suffering.  We determine we must make the right choices and we begin to run.

 

I didn’t know it but the wisdom of my friend was immense.  As I look back on that incident I see that I spent the biggest part of my life like those few minutes surrounded by bees. 

 

When things came at me I would flap my arms, and allow fear to well up within me driving me to run like crazy to escape the potential pain.  I would duck and slap anything that touched me, even if it was a sourceof help.  I didn’t trust anything.  I just wanted to be clear of the attacks.

 

Since those years, I have found out a few things about bees.  In this case bees represent the things of life that come against us.  But the bees aren’t all that smart;

 

An experiment was conducted in which six bees and six flies were placed inside a bottle. The bottle was turned on its side with its base facing the light coming through the window. At the other end, the mouth of the bottle was open. In that situation it was discovered that bees will persist in trying to find their way to freedom through the base-until they die of hunger or exhaustion. It seems that the bees’ attraction to light is their undoing in this experiment. The light shining through the base seems to convince them that there is no other way out. And so they press up against the bottom of the bottle closing themselves off from all other possibilities. Consequently, they cannot discover the opening at the other end of the bottle. The feather brained flies, on the other hand, all get out of the bottle within two minutes. Seemingly unconcerned, they just keep buzzing all around inside until they venture out to freedom through the neck and out the opening. Thus, the bees remain prisoners of their own logic while the flies meet the good fortune that often awaits the simple. (Crosswalk.com)

 

My friend knew this about bees, he knew they were all racing about to find a home suitable for the swarm to live.  He knew they were intent upon their assigned task and held no power over him.  He knew the quickest way to get hurt was to react negatively and erratically to the bees.

 

The bible tells us “Like swarming bees, like wild prairie fire, they hemmed me in; in God’s name I rubbed their faces in the dirt.  I was right on the cliff-edge, ready to fall, when God grabbed and held me.  God’s my strength, he’s also my song, and now he’s my salvation.” (Psalms 118: 12-14, The Message)

 

We worry about things that don’t have any power over us.  We need to learn that God is with us and those that attack us are like bees in a bottle.  They can’t get to us and ultimately die trying.  We need to be like the flies, we need to take life as an adventure and buzz around unconcerned with the situations that face us.  We will find the neck of the bottle that leads us to freedom.  For freedom comes with our relationship with God.

 

And in that freedom we have nothing to fear.

 En servicio como padre

Dave

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3 Responses to “Bees? What Bees?”


  1. 1 Tammy Gill January 26, 2009 at 10:11 PM

    That was perfect! Right on target for us right now…. and what really helps is hey I’M ALERGIC TO BEES ANYWAY! LOL

    Like

  2. 2 David January 28, 2009 at 4:01 PM

    Thanks for checking in. I’ll send your blog address on to my son in Houston. He should start a group like yours.

    Like


  1. 1 We’re BACK! « Made of Bees. Trackback on January 27, 2009 at 11:49 AM

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