The Coney is a rock badger, a bit larger than the prairie dogs that infect our state of Colorado. Coneys are gray, the color of the rocks. As long as the coney, the rock badger, is on the rock sunning itself, it’s almost impossible to see. When a predator comes to attack, the Coney will run into a hole, the crag in the rock. If a vulture or an eagle wants to sweep down on the coney, it has to knock down a mountain to get at it.
One thing about Coneys, they know where their security lies. If a coney decides to go off on the prairie, venturing away from the rock, then it’s vulnerable. It doesn’t matter how courageous the coney is. It doesn’t matter whether or not it’s been taking body building lessons at the local gym. The most courageous coney falls victim to the smallest wolf or lion. When it wanders away from the rock, a Coney is dead meat.
Biblical writers would have taken that truth, and you know as well as I, they would apply it to God. They would have said, "If you have the wisdom of a badger, you’ll know where your security is. And the security you must have is the security of God himself."
-- Haddon Robinson, "The Wisdom of Small Creatures," Preaching Today, Tape No. 93.