May is glorious in Maine. Winter is over. The sky is blue, the flowers are blooming, leaves are sprouting. And the black flies are everywhere. Depending on where you are, they range from a minor nuisance to a complete hassle. On this day, I had hiked Maiden’s Cliff, a mountain that has a beautiful view of Megunticook Lake below, as well as the Penobscot Bay in the distance. It all would have glorious had I not been surrounded by a cloud of black flies. God said, “Let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the birds of the air, and overall the wild animals of the earth, and over every creeping thing that creeps upon the earth.” So I looked around at the black flies, and I said, “Black flies, in the name of Jesus’ I command you to gather in a ball over there (I pointed about 10 feet away).” To my amazement, the black flies flew into a tight bunch about the size of a softball and stayed like that for 3 or 4 minutes. It’s hard to look at a vista when you are watching God’s hand create a ball of bugs.