They’re slippery. They’re slimy. They have to be the “ickiest” creatures on earth.
No, I’m not talking about politicians.
I’m talking about slugs. I know a lot of people hate snakes, spiders, and cockroaches, but the slug gets my vote for the most disgusting creature on the planet.
In case you didn’t know, a slug is a hermaphrodite, which means (are you ready for this?) it has both male and female reproductive systems. This is good for the slug because it means he/she/it never has to go looking for a date on Saturday night. But it’s bad for humans because it means they can make more slugs so easily.
Those who study such things say that if you have a garden, you probably have at least 200 slugs. Unlike some animals that rely on speed and agility for survival, the slug can travel about .007 miles per hour. (With a tail wind, perhaps slightly faster.) But don’t be fooled! They are still very formidable, as pests go. Each one has 27,000 teeth and can eat double its own body weight in a day. *
At this point, I know you must be wondering why I’m writing about slugs.
They represent the mysterious mind of God. I mean, really, every time I see one I want to look heavenward and say, “Okay, Lord, what’s the deal with the slugs? Did you really mean to make them? I assume you did, but honestly, I don’t see the point. Why couldn’t you have used that material to make a few more butterflies or puppy dogs?”
Maybe slugs don’t bother you, but I’m guessing there’s something God has done that does. Or maybe you’re more troubled by what he hasn’t done. Either way, it’s nothing to fret about. Rather, it’s what you would expect with an omnipotent, omniscient God. Solomon said, “Just as you cannot understand the path of the wind or the mystery of a tiny baby growing in its mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the activity of God, who does all things.” (Ecclesiastes 11:5)
Frankly, I rather enjoy having a God that no one can fully understand. It makes those conversations around the water cooler so much more interesting.
And besides, I know I’m not the only one with questions. Somewhere, right this instant, a slug is looking up toward heaven and saying, “Okay, Lord, what’s the deal with the salt?”
For further reflection read Job 11:7-9, 7:13, Isaiah 55:8-9
*Sarah Ford, 50 Ways to Kill a Slug (London: Octopus Publishing Group, 2003), 8-11