Pastor/Animal Rescue Specialist

I didn’t know that when I signed up to lead a house church I also signed up to be a animal rescue specialist. Well today I learned that it is so. My wife has a chick’s discipleship/Bible study here at our home on Mondays and Tuesdays. Today one of the disciples called 1/2 an hour late due to a dilemma involving her “fe-lion” and a small wood bunny.

Yes, the dastardly creature brought into her house a tiny baby bunny smaller than the size of my palm. The “Predator” (our new name for the cat) was just playing with the poor creature before it became an afternoon snack.

In the attempt to make a long story shorter, I told the team of ladies that I would keep the snack in my office until the volunteer animal rescue person came by to pick it up. And off the ladies went shopping, while the prey and I hung out and worked on ministry items together.

I found out that this prey was not called to ministry, for soon enough she had exited the laundry basket/make-shift cage and found a corner of the office.

I located her and put her away again. My wife, now back at home, was freaked out by the whole thing.

To add to her excitement I jokingly said “oh oh” the rabbit has gotten out again. She freaked again. I chuckled to my self, and then….. just before I could tell her “just kidding” I peeked into the laundry basket and actually found the WHHHHAAAABIT GONE AGAIN! So I diverted from my ministry tasks to look for the creature that was now becoming a pain in the rear. Thinking to myself, “why couldn’t that cat have been a little quicker with the snackin?”

After about 1/2 hour of looking and praying for the prey (I did the looking… my wife did the praying,) we finally found that the Houdini back in the basket. It seems it outsmarted us by hiding in the crevice of the towels, and out of sight! Moral: Don’t prank you wife where wooded creatures are concerned.

After our hunt the Animal Rescue Specialist (ARS) called with bad news. “Our volunteer was on her way to your neighborhood….” (to save the bunny from certain death from an irritated clergy man) “and she got a flat tire, could you drop the bunny off at our sight on 17th street?”

I began to wonder, “hmmmmm, a flat tire and now I am the ARS!” Am I cut out for such a job? I am here to tell hUmAns about salvation to be found in Jesus, I don’t have time for this. I wasn’t called to bunny ministry.” LONG PAUSE……”sir are you there?” Long Pause…OK I WHAT IS THE ADDRESS?

After a few wrong turns we found the grossly overgrown landscaped home turned animal rescue shelter, delivered the prey, and back to work. “Is this the ministry I was called to?”

Needless to say, I need to make up new business cards. House Church Planting Missionary Pastor, and Animal Rescue Specialist.