Four years of seminary and not a single word about live ferret handling. I studied missions, mime drama, worship, the practical aspects of worship space creation, and being a missionary puppeteer, but not one minute of class spent on ferret handling.
No offense Mount Eagle Seminary, but you left me hanging by a moment (cultural reference to Lifehouse).
This past Sunday I was up on stage, talking about the need for deep, humanitarian love between us. Now, when you think of love, what comes to mind? My guess is ferrets. Everyone knows that ferrets love each other with bonds too deep for words. We could all learn a thing or two about love from ferrets.
In order to demonstrate my point about love, I rented two live ferrets to use during my sermon. Kind of a “Wild America” living illustration thing. I pulled the two ferrets out of their cages and gently nuzzled each one, showing both my affection for the animals and trust of the animals. Then I held the ferrets face to face, inviting them to embrace each other in the bonds of brotherly affection.
Apparently eye contact is a symbol of aggression for ferrets. Again, thanks for nothing Eagle Seminary.
The ferrets immediately bit each other in the neck. I lost my grip on both of them and they ended up slipping into my shirt, biting and scratching and probably cussing at each other in ferret language. I panicked (you would panic too if you had ferrets duking it out in your shirt), and ripped open my shirt. The ferrets then dashed into the congregation. Seventeen people got bit and had to have a rabies vaccination as a precaution.
Let’s just say I won’t be doing any ferret handling for a little while. But, on the flip side, I think people really connected with the illustration.
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