Yeah, you think this post is going to be labeled under "Jenny's Crazy Theology," don't you? Well, think again.
Unity has a mascot. A "church cat." Because every church should have a cat. She wandered up a few months ago and we've all been feeding her ever since. She's really nice, too; she lets the kids drag her around and never claws or bites them. I think someone named her Roger, but I'm not sure why.
Last Saturday I drove by the church to run the bulletin. That cat had puked right in front of the door! I really wanted to just ignore it. But then my mind wandered.....what if visitors come? What if they get there before anyone else and have to step over cat barf? NOT GOOD. I really, really, really did not want to clean it up. But after the bulletin was on the copier, I went back out with some scrap paper to scrape it up.
That cat.....had eaten.....a SNAKE. A small snake, yes, but IT WAS A SNAKE! And as I scraped it up, it was looking straight at me (because of course, the entire head was intact).
I later told Kevin that I was DONE. My service to Unity Baptist Church had ended. Someone else could take over the bulletin and sing with the praise team.
Kevin said he thought I could do more.