Now We Wait, November 7, 2025

Hup and his wife sat on the couch. Gracie, as she normally reclines, sprawled out on the back, often resting her head on mom’s. 

“What do we do now? Hup’s wife inquired. “Are we ever going back to church?”

“Not without Jesus – after I tend to my own vineyard, which includes you, hun. As far as what church we end up going to?  I’m not sure. How do we know where his true flocks are? 

“As you said. We’re living in a blackout.”

“Seems that way,” Hup sunk further into the couch.  Didn’t we ask the Lord this morning in prayer where he made his flocks to rest?”

“Especially when the heat’s on.” She paused, reached up behind her and patted Gracie’s head. “Did you hear about that shooting in that church? How do you rest knowing such things are going on Hup? To think we have it better here than in many countries.” Again, she paused and patted Gracie’s head. “How many times have we gone to a church only to find out later…” she let her voice trail off, shaking her head in dismay.

“Misled by pastors and statements of faith posted on line that said the church were Christ followers… companions. How easy it is to be deceived.”

“Sometimes we want to be Hup. You took on those tasks at Mother’s Church because it made you feel good, thinking you were serving the Lord.”

“Hard to believe that God would permit the Devil to use his own like that.”

“His own?” she asked. 

“Well, maybe not his own… but God is sovereign and owns everything. I can just imagine that scene in heaven: the devil mixing in with the other sons of God. God asking Satan, ‘what are you doing here? and the Devil saying that if God let him introduce heresy, the church would soon die.”

Startled, she blurted, “You don’t think it did, do you?”

“No, of course not. God’s elect will stand, regardless of the heat. They’ll rest. It just goes to show there are more fields of tares for those little foxes with burning tails to run through before being gathered.”

“What’s left of the ash,” she offered and looked back at Gracie. “That didn’t disturb you, did it Gracie? Hearing about those little foxes? You didn’t like those other dogs at the park.”

“She does best with her own kind,” Hup observed.

“Don’t we all.”

“It’s just finding them.”