One of the blogs I read is “The Red Letter Christians.” Today, Bart Campolo shared a story about a man who showed up at one of their meetings and he was almost literally covered with bedbugs. He writes this:
Sure enough, Stanley ’s back was literally crawling with bedbugs. How did I know they were bedbugs, you ask? Around here we learn to spot our bedbugs the way an endangered horror movie hero learns to spot her zombies. Della knew too. “You gotta get him out of here, or my family’s leaving,” she told me. “I love y’all, Bart, but we can’t be getting no bedbugs.” And just that quickly, everything changed between Stanley and the rest of us.
I’ll am not judging Della. I know how she feels. We live in New York and are afraid to go anywhere near where bedbugs might be. What did Bart and his group do? Go to the blog to read the rest of the post to find out.
Would you (or do you) hang out with people who have bed bugs? Why or why not?
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