I
started out my day yesterday with a Rat Patrol meeting at the church. No, that’s not our new name for the Praise
Team. Nor is it the official Church
designation for elders. This was
literally a Rat Patrol meeting. As in …
exterminator. One of our retreat center
regular clients, a group that meets there every Friday for a Homeschool music
coop, reported to us that they had found signs of rodents in the
storeroom. They suggested that the
creatures were some kind of sewer or river rats, something really huge, like
maybe a nutria. And our retreat center
coordinator was right on that problem. She emailed me to let me know. I don’t think she wanted to be anywhere near
that room. I let them know that we would
call an exterminator – the Rat Patrol.
So
yesterday I made my way through the array of automobiles in the parking lot to
find Steve the Rat Patrol guy. He was
parked in a back corner, so it took me a while.
In fact, it took me a while to find a place to park. Just a little taste of what problems rapid
growth would bring to Seaside. I
explained the situation, and he grabbed a box with some bait in it. We headed up the stairs to do the Rat Patrol
installation. On the way I somberly
offered, “Steve, if we run into a wombat in there, I trust that you know what
you are doing.” Steve looked at me for a
long few seconds before exploding, “A wombat?
Where did that come from?” Well,
that’s the question now, isn’t it, Steve?
Where, indeed?
So now
the bait box has been set in an inconspicuous corner of the storeroom. The clients have been informed that the
problem is being dealt with. Our retreat
center coordinator can now be assured that she is unlikely to meet an uninvited
guest. Well, at least until we go in and
check that bait …
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Thessalonians 2:16-17 says, “May our Lord
Jesus Christ himself and God our Father, who loved us and by his grace gave us
eternal encouragement and good hope, encourage your hearts and strengthen you
in every good deed and word.”
Father,
thank you for all of your little critters, even the ones that kind of make us
cringe. Amen.
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