I’m sure it got into the church so it could praise the Lord.
The congregation I serve has always been a little nuts, but this morning it was a step up. A squirrel was loose in the sanctuary.
Last night was… difficult. My daughter, inexplicably, decided to not sleep until past midnight. This is more than a little later than I usually stay up. I’m looking at a pretty hectic week, schedule-wise, so this is not a good way to start my Monday being far more exhausted than normal. As I’m getting my youngest dressed, my wife enters the room. “There’s a squirrel in the church.”
So Monday morning, exhausted, and rather than pursuing devotion or getting to work on my sermon like I usually do, I’m chasing a terrified rodent around the sanctuary, trying to herd it toward the door and out.
And I’m laughing the entire time.
God doesn’t pay attention to our plans. Well, I shouldn’t say that. He does. He laughs at them more often than not. He looks at our plans and reminds us that HE has plans for us, and his plans are way better than ours. And apparently part of the plan today was to spend a good hour chasing a squirrel around the pews.
Yes, eventually a congregation member came over with a net and we were able to corner, catch it, and release it outside.
I returned home and pursued devotion. God had good things to say to me this morning. It’s good; I’ve got an exhausting week ahead of me. Now I’m here, typing. Soon enough I’ll tackle my sermon, teach chapel to our preschool, and plan out a baptism liturgy for a special baptism we’ve got coming up. (Perhaps more on that later…)
But first I got to run around the church, laughing, as we pursue a squirrel.
Hey, God’s got plans, they ain’t mine, but they’re still good. Better, even. Even if those plans include a squirrel.
I WILL admit it was a little distracting, though. 🙂