The five little bugs in Christopher’s head

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Marti loves children’s books, and now that we are grandparents, she has been working on her own books for our granddaughter, Jocelyn (we call her Joci). Her most recent offering is a poetic version of a real story about her father when he was four years old. If there is ever any doubt about original sin, stories like this one should dispel such thoughts.

Christopher got caught squarely in the middle of a bold-faced lie, but his clever cover-up was so good, it erased the possibility of any serious repercussions. So goes the sneaky mind of a four-year-old. He knew this all along. “Well you see, Mama, it was like this …”

To fully appreciate this story, you have to imagine Christopher caught with his hand in the cookie jar, crossing his legs, leaning back in his chair, and casually delivering the following explanation of a very complex real dilemma that exists in all of us — the same dilemma Paul captured in the familiar passage in Romans 7 where he takes us through the universal human struggle with sin.

For in my inner being I delight in God’s law; but I see another law at work in me, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within me. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death? (Romans 7:22-24)

 

The five little bugs in Christopher’s head

There are five little bugs in Christopher’s head;

Three bugs do what the other two dread.

They lie and cheat and curse and steal;

They like to think they’re a pretty big deal.

 

But the other two bugs are as good as gold;

They always do what they are told.

They take out the trash, help Mama with the cooking,

And do the right thing when no one is looking.

 

Now one day Christopher’s mother was surprised

To find him caught in a big fat lie.

He told it and thought that no one knew it,

But like most mothers, she could see right through it.

 

So she found Christopher and asked him why

He could have gone and told such a terrible lie.

 

Now Christopher mused as he sat on his bed;

He had to be smart or he knew he was dead.

Then a light went on and he smiled instead,

‘Cause he knew he could tell her ’bout the bugs in his head.

 

“Well, you see, I’ve got two good bugs up here,

Along with three bad bugs that crawled in my ear.

And the three bad bugs beat me to the punch,

While the two good bugs were out to lunch!”

 

His Mama smiled to find his story so clever,

And decided to reply that he should never

Leave three bad bugs in his head alone

Without a good bug as a chaperone.

 

So now you know just what to do

About those two good bugs inside of you:

You can make sure they can still hang on

If one bug stays while the other one’s gone.

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3 Responses to The five little bugs in Christopher’s head

  1. T says:

    Love the poem! I am a little confused, I thought Joci was Christopher’s daughter, not his niece.

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