This happened a couple of days ago. The first reaction in the pitch dark was to grab the Glock 19 loaded up and chambered with HST defensive rounds (which protect any by-standers, as these stop in the threat instead of passing through, better helping to stop the threat). The second reaction was to check the time. Just a habit I’m in for stuff like this.
The first question that came to mind regarded the motivation of the guy banging on the window: Didn’t he see that “24 HR. VIDEO SURVEILLANCE” sticker all in capital letters right where he was banging on the window? So is this just someone in distress? So, why don’t they say anything, like, out loud?
The first action that was accomplished was not to peak out the blinds to see who was there and what was going on, but was instead to go to the back door to see if there was also someone there, so that the banging on the window out front was a diversion to enable a home-invasion from out back. Sorry, I’m bad and evil and totally think like a criminal. I know something of what Jesus saved me from. No one was out back. There are, after all, two dog-houses! When I did look out front no one was there either.
After Mass last night I mentioned this to a neighbor, and he said that at almost exactly the same time someone was banging on his door. He, being trusting, unlike me, simply opened the door right up. I told him to never do that. He’s got a wife and kids. If whoever it is insists, just call 911, being ready to fend off a home invasion. Anyway, the door was open, and the heavy stench of drugs immediately wafted into his house. The guy was asking for a ride over to his girl friend’s house and other like idiocies. No.
And then, some minutes later at the grocery store after Mass last night, another parishioner told me of other parishioners who were away for a while, only to return to find their house having been invaded and trashed by squatters.
Meanwhile, Shadow-dog and Laudie-dog were calm and cool through the incident. I went back to sleep. This could have turned out differently for any number of reasons. Say the guy was agitated by the drugs and terribly insisted, breaking windows, breaking in…
Anything can happen anytime, anywhere. And it can be fatal. For us. Are we ready?
Are we ready for Jesus to arrive like a thief in the night? The reaction better not be to get a Glock, but rather to fall on our knees. Are we ready to go with Jesus, to be on our way to heaven? At any moment? When least expected? Be ready! Be eager!
“Bless me, Father…”