“Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.”
Just this morning I had a memory recall of a few weeks back when I was battling one of these creepy creatures myself, yes a scorpion.
This rascal was determined to find himself nestled in my garage somewhere cozy and snug. I had opened up my garage door and voila, there he was ready to duel with his two claws. But he was no match for my broom and determination. It wasn't an easy battle, no matter how much I swept him away, he came back with a vengeance.
I don't know what he found so interesting in our garage other than he was set on entering his caveman sanctuary. I kept at swinging the broom and finally with a dozen sweeps I at least got him off my driveway. If I had a golf putter I could have practiced my shots.
Then to my surprise the little stinker turned over and played dead. I just stood there and watched. You don't die from a broom sweep but I guess he thought he was smarter than the broom pusher. I waited patiently and I was right, he turned over on his belly and was getting ready to take another run into our garage. I felt like saying, "Excuse me, I'm still here, what are you thinking?"
If I wasn't mistaken he acted more like a robot programmed for invasion than a real live creature, but this is much too sci-fi. He must have been the strongest in his litter. Tenacious, persistent and resolve such great qualities but not in a poisonous militant varmint.
So I just carried on and pushed him unto the road wondering if my neighbors think I'm sweeping the middle of our street? I had to laugh as this battle was an odd one at that. I flung that broom like a pro until I knew danger was subdued.
The end of story was just as Jesus said it would be. We can trample over scorpions but would not look forward to stepping on serpents, spiritually yes, but physically not so much.