It Was the Mouse Turds!

I could have titled this piece more euphemistically, but I stuck with “the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,” as Sargeant Joe Friday would have said on “Dragnet”. I could have used the terms Jesus did for this parable, “beam” and “mote,” but it took me years to figure out what they were. It was years ago that I learned what “beam” and “mote” meant in the biblical context. And it WAS mouse turds! (AI on my computer always highlights “turds” and suggests I use another word since “turds” may be offensive to readers! Tough!)

It began several months ago when Sheryl and I were on a business trip, beginning to unpack in another forgettable motel room. I was putting clothes away and finding outlets for my technology devices when I looked at the bedding. I saw what suspiciously looked like mouse turds. Since we live in an old farmhouse built in 1920, mice are all too familiar as unwanted guests. We have four inside cats, but only one of them, a snow Bengal mix, is a good mouser.

Irate, I rounded up all eight or nine of them and put them into a cup, now ready to storm downstairs and confront the management. I do not mind mice, even had a few as pets, but I like mice, outside or in cages, have had them as pets, but I have an aversion to sleeping with them or their turds. I have some boundaries!

As I showed my “evidence” to Sheryl, anger in my tone, eyes flashing, she asked me a strange question. “Did you look in the bottom of your bag, the one that was in the utility room?” Puzzled, I followed her directives. I had already unpacked the bag, but when I examined it more closely under the light, I saw that, indeed, there were many dried mouse turds on the bottom of the bag.

Abashed, I was so glad that I had not rushed down the elevator to confront the manager! If I had done this first, it would be my very unpleasant duty to go downstairs again humbled, to ask forgiveness!

Now I understood more deeply and viscerally what Jesus meant in Mark 7:3-5, “You hypocrite, first cast the beam out of thine own eye; and then you will see clearly to cast out the mote out of your brother’s eye!” Mice turds were a lot smaller than a big tree

limb, but I got the message, loud and clear! It was not the first time that this parable had happened to me, and I suspect this has happened to anyone reading this story.

When reflecting on my own past, a few years ago a small town just down the road had been flooded, most of the residents having to evacuate. The community center was open, and I had been thinking of animals in need of a temporary home, so we went inside to offer to foster one or two. But…the woman looked me right in the eyes and said there was a woman whose house was flooded and had nowhere to go. To be perfectly honest, I would have preferred something four-legged, but Sheryl and I looked at each other, and said “Yes.”

The woman came down to meet with us first. We told her that we were a lesbian couple, but would be happy to offer her the upstairs, with its two bedrooms, full bathroom, small refrigerator, and microwave.

Rose showed up later that day, beer can in one hand, bag in the other. She was a smoker, so we let her know she was free to smoke on the porch. Surprisingly, we actually became friends over the months that followed, to the point that when she came downstairs to get out, she had to go behind the couch pulled out from the wall, allowing passage. I am deaf, and most of the time when I am home alone, I do not wear my sound processor. When that would happen, she would walk behind me on the couch and lightly touch my head, which was surprising and totally unexpected, to say the least. I am so glad I am not a screamer!

We did, of course, provide housing for her, but there is probably no way in a non-flooded world I would have encountered her or been befriended by her, a former bartender. She would not be my “type”: good teeth, non-smoker, non-drinker, hopefully a college graduate. But fate had other plans and taught me my own innate and as yet unknown prejudices.

As I close, find the closest mirror, look into your own eyes intently, don’t blink, and see what might be lingering there for you to discover and confront.

AGNOSTIC CHRISTIAN

For weeks I have been mulling over a recent column when another columnist labeled agnostics “cowardly.” I beg to differ. The older (and hopefully wiser) I get, the more l shy away from theological certainty, frequently couched in judgment and self-righteousness.

When I was younger I thought I knew it all, and would gleefully and righteously disagree with others with a different theological “take” at various subjects, be it the divinity of Christ the understanding of predetermination, the understanding of heaven and hell and who would go where.

As my faith walk continued, amidst some wandering and much stumbling, I found that the “certainties” I held dearly first yielded to doubts, then further questioning and exploring. and a new theology continuing to emerge that looks quite different from the rigid orthodoxies of my younger self.

This has led me to becoming, in the eyes of many, a “heretic” The original meaning of the word simply means “other,” such as different. It only later accrued judgment and condemnation.

But I am proud to be a “heretic”, in particular in regards to two widely accepted doctrines: the nature of Jesus, in particular in his relationship to humans; and the place and existence of heaven and hell.

In regards to Jesus, most reading this column who identify as Christian see Jesus as the early church creeds (Apostles, Nicene, Athanasian) did, that declared him: “son of God,” “only begotten,” “one with the Father.” I have no problem with that centuries-old orthodoxy, except when people claim it is clear in the Bible. All of these creeds did not emerge until the fourth century, amidst fierce fights among both theologians and ordinary people. The victors “won” while the losers were vanquished, their bishoprics stripped, some exiled, some imprisoned, some executed, their “heretical” writings, including the Gospel of Thomas. ferreted out and destroyed.

Before Jesus was officially proclaimed God, there were lots of various teachings about him. such as in the previously cited Gospel of Thomas, where he is seen as our “twin,” not to come as god-man to redeem us and save us from hell, but to reveal to us that our nature is like his, our role — to heal, to reconcile —is the same as his. This is what I now believe, and I believe that the doubt that led to this place is not a place of “cowardice,’ but of true faith, that of living each day as a follower of Jesus, using his example and stories to guide my way and sustain me.

Concomitantly. when I look at the more orthodox understandings of hell and heaven they no longer hold neither threat or promise for me. I am also an “agnostic” in that regard. The thought of the existence of either does not govern my thoughts or actions. I simply try to live each day as I was taught by Jesus, so that my thoughts and actions towards others provide healing and hope. For me that is enough.

I do not consider my rejecting the “certainty” of others as an act of cowardice, but as a supreme act of faith, where my own questioning has led me to this place