I not really sure if this story is sad or funny.
When I was a little girl, we weren't really "going to church people".
We'd visit on major holidays, like Easter or Christmas, and every summer my mother would send us to summer bible camp.
It was a very relaxing place, deep in the woods. We held classes in the cabins and there was a beautiful lake to swim in.
For the most part, it was nondenominational and my brother and I had a wonderful time, until one summer we had a different guest speaker.
Usually, a local preacher would give a special, kids related sermon once during the two weeks we attended. This particular preacher, was from out of town.
He seemed nice enough. He was a very dynamic speaker. His arms flew as he told us we were all God's creatures and we should treat every living creature with kindness.
I'll bet you're thinking, "Hey, Pickers! What's so bad about that?"
Well, the sermon got around to his belief in reincarnation. He believed that we could return to life again as anything.....a fish, a bird, a horse,..........or a fly.
He went on about that for a while. "Never kill any living creature, because it could be your Great Grandmother reincarnated! Take care of every living thing as if it were human! Now go forth and be kind! Do unto others, be they human, or reptile, or animal, or insect as you would have them do unto you!"
He probably didn't say those exact words, but that was the whole gist of the sermon.
Then we went home in the heat of the summer. My little brother had left the door open too long and, you guessed it, the flies came....................and it was then that my mother handed me the fly swatter and told me to get busy.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
