We have a picnic every Sunday night after our service. There's an old barn in the corner of our property not too far from where we eat. A bunch of kids were playing soccer (of course) and the ball went behind the barn. Sure enough, good ole' Bambi was munching on some mulberries and utterly unfazed by the group of church people who walked over to see her.
Next thing you know the doe is strolling freely in the middle of the soccer game walking up to people like a dog. She spots some plates with food on the picnic table and helps herself! See below. Notice my wife (dark pants), the mighty hunter from two days prior, getting a kick out of Bambi's boldness.
Am I the only one catching the providential irony of this whole situation? Our church is in the middle of subdivisions. There are woodlines not too far from us, but there's not a whole lot of deer activity right near our property anymore due to all the construction that has happened the last 10 years. So, believing God ordains whatsoever comes to pass- He sends this deer to taunt two pastors who very much enjoy harvesting her relatives. This deer is like a big dog. She even came up to me and tried to nibble on my shorts with a good number of Redeemer congregants getting a big laugh out the whole episode. We couldn't get rid of her. Utterly ridiculous.
I admit to be a touch soft at this point. I don't think I could shoot this deer now. I believe the deer has seen Nathan and I target shoot and senses danger with us. Her plot is to endear herself to the church body as a whole. She believes a connection will be made with the emotionally weak in our midst effectively eliminating the possibility of me shooting her. Think about it- when she turns up missing and some little covenant child, who I probably baptized, asks me where the deer went, what could I say? "Well Suzy, Pastor Tony ran an arrow through both of Bambi's lungs and we're eating her in next year's mission trip fundraiser (via the meat sauce for the spaghetti, of course)". How do you think that would go over?
But Pastor Nathan? Well, let's just say he may do most of Redeemer's counseling, but don't let that fool you, he's not so mushy as I. Bambi ain't anywhere near out of trouble.