The house was packed out, the singing was active and the crowd was hot.
It was at that moment that the snake decided to show up.
I don’t know if snakes think anything like we do. If so, I can only image what must have been on his mind: “Wow! Listen to all that commotion! I believe I’ll go check it out.”
He obviously was a snake who didn’t read the Bible. If so, he’d never have made his appearance. Something about snakes and Satan, Adam and Eve, and Jesus stomping on the serpent’s head readily comes to mind.
The sucker must have been 6 feet long (at least it seemed that way to me!). But that didn’t change what was about to happen!
Two of the women instantly attacked!
They swooped down of the little fellow like a hawk on a rabbit. The first lady yanked a shoe off and literally began to beat the mess out of the slithering visitor. And she did so in perfect rhythm to the energetic music that was being sung. When it became obvious that Mr. Snake wasn’t too pleased at being beat with a sandal, he raised up like a rattlesnake, wanting to strike his adversary.
That was his undoing.
Lady number two had on high heels. Off came one of those concealed weapons and BAM! Right through Mr. Snake’s raised head, like a meatball on a skewer. Then, in perfect beat to the music, lady number two commenced to remove Mr. Snake’s head from his body, keeping perfect time to the melody. O how I love Jesus…Bam! Bam! Bam!
All of this activity didn’t seem to faze the audience one little bit. If anything, they began to sing with more gusto. I, on the other hand, broke out in a cold sweat, shuddered and started wondering if I looked “manly” enough.
I suppose if I’d been quick enough with my biblical knowledge, I could have practiced what Mark talks about at the end of his gospel, you know, the part about poisonous snakes not harming the believer.
But, all I could think was, “please don’t come over here!”