With recent press time regarding animals in zoos and their interaction with humans, thought it may be a good idea to offer a few observations.
So a lion is put to death because he killed a worker. Sad to say of course that 2 lives were taken away, but I suppose the zoo worker’s death could have been prevented, and the lion could have been kept alive as well.
Without knowing all the circumstances, was the lion killed to possibly save the girl’s life, or was he killed because he killed the girl? Zoos have been historically known as places where we think wild animals are more tame because they are behind bars, and their ferocity is kept at arm’s length, that is until, we let our guard down and become careless, and the wild beasts tear off our heads then go for an afternoon nap feeling content that he has done absolutely nothing wrong.
And there is the rub. It’s the conscience thing. The animal can do no wrong, yet it is you and I who attach worth, purpose, and culpability as to the lives of animals and humans, but we do so wrongly, unless of course, there be a God in heaven.
Which is worse, a lion killing a zoo worker, or that same lion killing a whitetail deer? Why? If survival of the fittest and evolution are the king of beasts, why put animals in cages at all, unless we in our ignorance do not believe what we say, and put artificial barriers between progress and our feelings.
Ha! But we do know that the false god evolution is the joke of the ages, and that a lion will always be a lion, that he will never build the pyramids, and that humans will not wake up from our ignorant sleep, thinking we can be best friends with the big fluffy polar bears and maned lions, because after all, they are sooooooo cute.
Maybe we need to be reminded of that roar that can be heard for miles, that the Creator saw fit to give bodies to animals so unlike our own, and to give us hands, so unlike their own, that we can express, create, imagine, construct, direct, plan, control, organize, and build lives of vice or virtue, so much so that we leave epitaphs, words to remind others that we have lived and left memories, and that we have eulogized humanity, so unlike the dead raccoon by the wayside who has yet to receive a proper burial.
I’m not lyin I tell ya when I say God hath given a certain kind of flesh to animals; the armor of the rhino, the leather of the elk, the glory of lion’s pride, the neck of the giraffe, the trunk of the elephant, the viced mouth of the shark, the laziness of the apes, the smile of the dolphin, the majesty of the eagle in flight, and of course the combined ability of man to do what the animals cannot: to swim, to fly, to walk, to create unlike any other on earth.
Man is the pinnacle of God’s creation, the magnum opus of all symphonies as it were, but far too often we substitute the music of God with the noise of pretended intellect and call that ‘progress.’ But maybe if we consider if a beast can or cannot be a man……we just may be on the road to progress, that is, if we allow God the courtesy of His sovereignty over all that is.