For the last 6 months, I’ve said that I was going to take a monthly spiritual retreat day. Yesterday, I finally took my first one.
Among other things I decided to catch up on some Bible reading. While I was finishing up Leviticus I wound up falling asleep on the couch at the cabin. (A real shocker, I know) I was awakened when I felt something gently tickling my left hand and I awoke to see a very large wasp walking around on my hand. In my groggy state I managed to flick him off with the other hand before getting stung. As I lied there with my heart beating fast, I noticed that one of his brethren was on the window right next to me.
My first thought was to swat him with the first thing that I could get my hands on. That, I realized, was my Bible. Fortunately I had the presence of mind to think this through. My first thought that kept me from wielding the “sword of the spirit” as a real weapon was the thought of trying to explain why there was wasp goo on the Bible that I used during Sunday morning services. Only later did I feel the moral quandary of killing a living being with the same book I used to preach peace and harmony.
So I used my shoe.