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It was a warm and dark Wednesday night.
A friend from home stopped into town to visit me and to see the churches that I'm serving in the Ken-Ton neighborhood. She was excited to see my name on the sign and take in the worship space.
So we stopped in to one of the buildings for a tour.
As I showed her around the altar area I told her about how amazing it is to be able to serve communion now. In my excitement I laid my flash-light app engaged cell phone down, held my hands in the air to represent my imaginary "bread" and started to say the words on institution.
"On the night Jesus was betrayed, he took the bread broke it and said, "This is my body broken for you..."
In my friend's delight she shouted, "Oh do that again I want to take a photo!"
I obliged and as I held my hands up I felt a "WOOSH!" of air by my arms and head.
Was it a gust of wind?
Was it a moth?
Um.
NO.
It was a bat.
I'd like to say that I didn't duck -
But I did.
My friend and I were left with a dilemma.
If we left the bat to flit around in a panic - she would probably injure herself or die.
We were open to the idea of trying to help it out of the church, but could not figure out the best approach. But as we stood talking and trying to find a solution, the bat seemed to follow our voices wherever we walked.
In my friend's delight she shouted, "Oh do that again I want to take a photo!"
I obliged and as I held my hands up I felt a "WOOSH!" of air by my arms and head.
Was it a gust of wind?
Was it a moth?
Um.
NO.
It was a bat.
I'd like to say that I didn't duck -
But I did.
My friend and I were left with a dilemma.
If we left the bat to flit around in a panic - she would probably injure herself or die.
We were open to the idea of trying to help it out of the church, but could not figure out the best approach. But as we stood talking and trying to find a solution, the bat seemed to follow our voices wherever we walked.
Duck again!
So off went the sanctuary lights and on with the foyer lights.
We closed off all other doors except the entrances to the sanctuary and the front doors of the church.
We flashed our lights, called out to the bat, and kept hoping the bat would follow.
To our amazement, the bat moved out of the sanctuary and into the foyer.
As it circled the new space, it closed in its range and came closer and closer to the doors outside.
We moved outside and kept hooting and calling to the bat.
"Come on Stellaluna, you need to come outside!"
In a few minutes, the trapped bat must have caught wind of the outdoor air and SWOOP!
She finally came flying out into the open night sky.
She circled close to the building for a few moments and then disappeared into the darkness.
Stellaluna was free.
This experience was quite surreal for my friend Kimberly and I. We had entered the church at night for a tour and by the end of our bat adventure we felt like we had shared in something sacred.
In some traditions, bats are not seen as scary creatures. Bats are held in high esteem - they in fact are cherished by the Native American culture:
"The Native American people recognized that the bat was highly sensitive to their surroundings and so therefore was considered a symbol of intuition, dreaming and vision. This made the bat a powerful symbol for Native American shamans and medicine people. Often the spirit of the bat would be invoked when special energy was needed, like "night-sight" which is the ability to see through illusion or ambiguity and dive straight to the truth of matters."
After our bat adventure, we pondered the importance of this shared moment. We shared excitement, teamwork and the thrill of succeeding in what we thought was an impossible task. We were thankful that we could go to bed knowing that Stellaluna was free - with our help.
She was no longer stuck in a space that limited her flight. She was free to fly in a sky that had no limitations.
She was no longer stuck in a space that limited her flight. She was free to fly in a sky that had no limitations.
Stellaluna reminded me that we all have spaces that we like to stay in because they feel comfortable. Sometimes the voices that call us to new rooms or environments sound strange and impossible. But sometimes, the voices that call us out of our comfort zones are like the prophet Isaiah...
"A voice cries out: In the wilderness prepare the way of the Lord,
make straight in the desert a highway for our God.
Every valley shall be lifted up,
and every mountain and hill be made low;
the uneven ground shall become level,
and the rough places a plain."
Stellaluna the sanctuary bat taught me a few things...
Bats don't like to be trapped in small rooms.
Teamwork and creative efforts can yield amazing results.
Friends are needed to help us in unsure times.
and...
and every mountain and hill be made low;
the uneven ground shall become level,
and the rough places a plain."
Stellaluna the sanctuary bat taught me a few things...
Bats don't like to be trapped in small rooms.
Teamwork and creative efforts can yield amazing results.
Friends are needed to help us in unsure times.
and...
We all need larger skies to fly in.
We all need to stretch our wings when we get the chance.
Thanks, Stellaluna for the lessons.
You taught us a great deal about flying in bigger skies.
Grace and Peace,
Vicar Tara
We all need to stretch our wings when we get the chance.
Thanks, Stellaluna for the lessons.
You taught us a great deal about flying in bigger skies.
Grace and Peace,
Vicar Tara
PS. Stellaluna is the name of the bat in one of my favorite children's books. To learn more about this book go to: Stellaluna Online
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