My husband like to call me “St. Francis.” It’s a nod to a knack I have for knowing what creatures are thinking. Some people talk to animals; I speak for them. I don’t know how I do it, and of course, I can’t prove I’m right. But I suspect that I’m right at least part of the time. It’s a gift I seem to have inherited from my father the farmer. All the neighbors knew that Glenn was the go-to guy if you needed an animal interpreter.

In this series I turn my talk-for-the-animals gift toward Scripture. Each of the reflections features a “creature” that appears in a Bible passage. I attempt to speak for that creature—offering some insights for faith and life from a creature’s-eye point of view. I can’t promise I will always be right. But I suspect it will always be fun.


Carol M. Bechtel