Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na Meat Man?!?

The story I’m about to share with you is one of a terror stricken child, and an unsuspecting mother who’s about to discover that something shocking. How could something, so disgustingly horrifying, be going on amid her ever so militant, watchful eye?! This story is not for the faint of heart. 

It’s early morning, somewhere between two and 4am. A peacefully, sleeping mother senses someone has entered her room, and is roused from her slumber. Still groggy, and exhausted from a hard days work, she tries to open her eyes, but her eyelids were so heavy, she had no choice but to close them. She hoped that she hoped this was just a dream. She knew she wasn’t dreaming when she heard the word momma. She could tell by the tone that something was wrong. A momma bear always knows the sound of her cubs. 

Gina’s son, John, had always been big for his age, which rendered him somewhat clumsy. And even though John was now a grown ‘man‘, mentally he was still, in a lot of ways, very much childlike, and still very big. The fact of the matter is, Gina had not actually sensed someone in her room; she had heard the lumbering footsteps, and the crashing sounds, of various objects being knocked over, during  John’s treck to her bedroom. And in reality, she had not closed her eyes from exhaustion. She had closed her eyes in hopes that her boy would give up and go back to his bed. Not this time. This was different. Something was definitely wrong. 

“Mom, there’s something in my room.” Gina could hear the panic in John’s voice. “I’m sure it’s nothing baby, what happened?” She assumed that he’d eaten something he shouldn’t and had a bad dream. “I stepped on something mom!” His voice rising with fear. “Calm down son. There’s nothing in your room. Come here. Momma’s right here.” She cradled her man-boy in her arms. Or, at least she tried. He broke free from her hold and said, “Momma, please come look! I’m scared!” With that, Gina climbed out of bed, hoping to settle her son quickly, so that she could get back to sleep. 

Gina slowly walked John to his bedroom, and gently pushed open the door. Her eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness, but she was so certain that nothing was there, she immediately started consoling her frightened child. “See, there’s nothing in here! Now get back into bed.”  “There it is momma! There it is!” By this time Gina’s eyes are more adjusted, and she does indeed see something in the floor.  

It appears to be leaves or some sort of stick. “Ok John, back in the bed you go! It’s just some leaves and a stick. I’ll clean it up in the morning.” “No mom!” He shouted. “It’s not a stick! I felt it with my foot! It’s something alive! I think it could be a bat!” “A bat?!” She shrieked. By this point this whole situation had become rather amusing. There was no bat in their home. Trying not to giggle she said, “John, I assure you, there’s not a bat in your room.” But John wouldn’t relent. “Momma, it sure felt like a bat!” To which Gina sarcastically thought to herself, “Yeah. Because you really know what a bat feels like.”  “Mom, please just check!” Sensing the terror in her son’s voice, just to appease him, she bends down to further investigate. What she discovered sent this poor momma right on over the edge! 

Just to be on the safe side, she took a shoe, and touched the thing to see if it was indeed alive. No movement. “John, if this is a bat, I think you’ve killed it.” Again, she was almost giggling. This whole ordeal truly was rather humorous. She leaned in a bit closer, to get a better look, before picking up this mystery thing. It was at this point she discovered what it was, and this rather humorous situation had quickly turned into one of immenant danger! Dangerous for John that is. 

Gina turned to face John. He could see the fury in his momma’s eyes. She had this look that could send any child into a fear stricken state, rendering them unable to move. The fear John was now feeling, paled in comparison to the previous fear of ‘the bat’. “Wh-wh-what is it?” John struggled to speak. “Do you really want to know what this is John?!” He simply nodded, mouth agape, still frozen in fear. “IT’S A PIECE OF ROAST JOHN! IT’S MEAT! A STINKING PIECE OF MEAT! YOU KNOW YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE EATING IN YOUR ROOM!” “But mom. I didn’t know that was there!” Gina sarcastically thought to herself, only this time her thoughts were very verbal, “yeah, because meat always, mysteriously ends up in a person’s room!” 

Nothing good had ever come from John having food in his room. Thus the strict orders to never to take food, of any, kind into his bedroom. He had an overwhelming tendency to leave things lying around in the floor, which often wreaked havoc with the dogs. Needless to say, John, Gina’s lumbering, large man-boy was in trouble. 

How many times do we do things we know we shouldn’t, and find ourselves in trouble? Sometimes we do those things without much thought, and other times we blatantly do things we know will be bad for us. Yet still, when we hear stories, of people doing things when they should know better, we have the tendency to think that they’ve got to be dumb, because surely they knew better! Well duh! We all do! But we all still sin! And, most of the time, no one has to tell us when we screw up. We’re usually fully aware of our screw ups. However, everyone needs a ‘Gina‘ in their lives. That person who’ll be there when you need them, help you face your fears, and help you get back on track when you slide (or purposefully jump) off. Even if helping means giving you that look that scares you back on track! 

Romans 7: 15-17 says, “I don’t understand myself at all, for I really want to do what is right, but I can’t. I do what I don’t want to—what I hate. I know perfectly well that what I am doing is wrong, and my bad conscience proves that I agree with these laws I am breaking. But I can’t help myself because I’m no longer doing it. It is sin inside me that is stronger than I am that makes me do these evil things.”

Lord, help us all! Help us to listen to you and Your Word. And when we don’t? Will You please send a ‘Gina‘ our way to scare us straight? And please protect us all from ‘bats‘ and mysterious walking meat. 

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