Once, in ancient times, two monks were walking together in the trailless Egyptian desert. As they climbed over a rise, they saw below them a vixen steal an egg from a bird's nest and scamper away into her own den, the entrance to which was in plain view.
Abba Nelson, the younger of the two monks asked his superior, "What are we to do? The egg to the bird represents her next generation, but what if this is the fox's only way to feed her young? As Christians, should we intervene to perhaps save the chick or ignore the theft and perhaps save the kits?"
"If the kits grow up will they yowl Jesus' name to sinners?" asked Abba Abercrombie, the older monk.
"Not in our language, surely, but who can tell? We do not know how God will use us."
"And if the egg should hatch, will the new dove be seen in foreign parts as a herald of the Holy Spirit?"
"If strangers don't know of the Holy Spirit, they won't receive it from the dove, I wouldn't think. But who knows how God chooses his agents?"
"Quite right," applauded Abba Abercrombie, "but we can guess that if God meant to stop a crime, he wouldn't send an old monk and a philosophical one to the scene."
INTERCEDE, v.t. To interfere in the natural order according to the creator's instruction.