Day #21: Kicking Off Your Shoes
Spending the Labor Day weekend with Ryan Bailey, one of our "kids" from ABTC/Fuller, has been a really good experience. It has been fun being with him in his new environment, seeing the beautiful little town of Monticello, IN, where he now pastors, and visiting with mutual friends, Rod & Shawn Zambrows (Baptist Campus Chaplain @ Purdue University). Rod & Shawn joined us in Monticello for dinner outside by a lake in a beautiful, serene setting on Friday night. (See picture below.)
This morning, Ryan preached a sermon entitled "Welcome Home!" and talked about how, no matter where we were born, where we have lived, or where we currently reside, our true home is in God. It was a strong and meaningful sermon.
One of Ryan's illustrations was about kicking off our shoes when we get home, which is something I almost always do. He mentioned that many of us also kick off our shoes when we are in the home of someone with whom we are comfortable -- family or friends.
As is sometimes the case, an illustration can bring to mind something that is not necessarily as serious as the points of the sermon, and that is what happened for me this morning, since kicking off my shoes at the home of friends with whom I'm comfortable is something I did just last night when visiting in a nearby town.
Although a video recording of this would be far more entertaining than a simple story telling, the following happened way too quickly to allow for the thought of capturing this for posterity.
Relaxing and visiting after dinner in their living room with our hosts, Ryan, and three current Purdue students, we observed Cambria (one of three cats in residence) come sauntering in with a tiny gray mouse in her mouth. Sitting down to enjoy a playful time before eating her catch, Cammy must have loosened her grip just a tiny bit too much, and away scooted that cute little mouse.
And there we were . . . 8 able-bodied adults scrambling around the living room trying to catch one teensy, weensy, fluffy gray mouse. Huge feet stomped, trying to stop the mouse in his/her tracks, while I shouted, "NOOOO!" Hands swept down to catch the critter to no avail. People scurried around trying to corner the creature, and when that little one came towards me, my bare feet were immediately drawn up onto the couch to keep out of the way, while I warned the guy beside me that, should said mouse get up onto the couch, the young Purdueite would find me on his shoulders, staying out of the way of the mouse and its hunters.
What a chaotic time it was . . . and what a frightening time for that poor, wee mouse trying both to flee the clutches of its feline captor and avoid the clutches of 7 of the 8 adults present. The one with bare feet chose not to join in the fray and, upon capture of the mouse by one of the Purdue students, pled that the frightened creature be released outside without further harm. Thankfully, that is how this saga ended, with life and liberty for all, order restored, and my bare feet returning once again to the floor.
This morning, Ryan preached a sermon entitled "Welcome Home!" and talked about how, no matter where we were born, where we have lived, or where we currently reside, our true home is in God. It was a strong and meaningful sermon.
One of Ryan's illustrations was about kicking off our shoes when we get home, which is something I almost always do. He mentioned that many of us also kick off our shoes when we are in the home of someone with whom we are comfortable -- family or friends.
As is sometimes the case, an illustration can bring to mind something that is not necessarily as serious as the points of the sermon, and that is what happened for me this morning, since kicking off my shoes at the home of friends with whom I'm comfortable is something I did just last night when visiting in a nearby town.
Although a video recording of this would be far more entertaining than a simple story telling, the following happened way too quickly to allow for the thought of capturing this for posterity.
Relaxing and visiting after dinner in their living room with our hosts, Ryan, and three current Purdue students, we observed Cambria (one of three cats in residence) come sauntering in with a tiny gray mouse in her mouth. Sitting down to enjoy a playful time before eating her catch, Cammy must have loosened her grip just a tiny bit too much, and away scooted that cute little mouse.
And there we were . . . 8 able-bodied adults scrambling around the living room trying to catch one teensy, weensy, fluffy gray mouse. Huge feet stomped, trying to stop the mouse in his/her tracks, while I shouted, "NOOOO!" Hands swept down to catch the critter to no avail. People scurried around trying to corner the creature, and when that little one came towards me, my bare feet were immediately drawn up onto the couch to keep out of the way, while I warned the guy beside me that, should said mouse get up onto the couch, the young Purdueite would find me on his shoulders, staying out of the way of the mouse and its hunters.
What a chaotic time it was . . . and what a frightening time for that poor, wee mouse trying both to flee the clutches of its feline captor and avoid the clutches of 7 of the 8 adults present. The one with bare feet chose not to join in the fray and, upon capture of the mouse by one of the Purdue students, pled that the frightened creature be released outside without further harm. Thankfully, that is how this saga ended, with life and liberty for all, order restored, and my bare feet returning once again to the floor.
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