Bats
Last night when I returned to church for a meeting, I found a surprise.
I'd entered via the back door, stepping inside into the dark, only to
hear a hissing sound, as if air was escaping from a balloon. When I
turned on the light, I saw a little bat. To be honest, I was caught of
guard. Yes, he was diminutive and furry, but he had teeth and looked
very much like a startled creature of the night.
My
bat moment reminded me of the Gospel's story about the thief who comes
in the night, which is really about Jesus. He won't just appear at an
unexpected moment, but will shock us when he does, throwing us off
balance. Advent is a time to prepare for Jesus' arrival, for the
excitement, discombobulation, and surprise that will attend his coming.
Others
arrived and we were able to put him outside. I didn't know what would
happen with him overnight. Would he freeze? Be eaten by another
animal? My conscience was salved when I came i this morning and saw he
had tucked himself under an eave. At last check, he was still snoozing
away.
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