Maybe it was the hopeful expression on his face – if a frog can be said to have hope – but for the first time ever, I wondered what he would do if I put my fingertip against the pane. I drew my finger lightly over the glass just above him. WHAP! He launched himself against the window. Getting nothing, he closed his mouth and settle down on the sill to wait. Now I wondered how much of a short term memory a frog has. So again, I ran my fingertip across the pane. WHAP! He hit the glass, his mouth wide open and his pink tongue hanging out. Was a frog capable of learning? I pondered the thought and then, once more, rubbed my finger over the window, despite the smears I was making. SMACK! With as much vigor as before, he threw himself in pursuit of what turned out to be nothing.At this point I stopped teasing him, partly because I felt sorry for him, but mostly because he reminded me so painfully of myself. How often has Satan drawn something across my path – prestige, possessions, pursuits – and fooled me into thinking it was what I wanted? How often have I jumped at what looked like a good thing, only to find myself unsatisfied? How long will it take me to learn – or remember - that God is the only food that will satisfy me?
Half an hour later I tried to fool him one last time. He wouldn’t look at my fingertip but kept his eye on me instead. Is a tree frog smart enough to realize who is behind the deception? Am I?
