Bob Hartman considers Peter’s vision in Acts through the eyes of a bat

So there I was, flapping around, minding my own business, doing what any happy bat would do, when - whoosh! - I get plucked out of the air and find myself floating in the sky on this giant sheet. With a camel. And a pig. And a hoopoe.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“Beats me,” spits the camel.

“Not a clue,” tweets the hoopoe.

“We’re flying,” snorts the pig. “Never saw this coming.”

And then, suddenly, we were landing. Well, hovering above this guy actually. On a rooftop. And this voice comes out of nowhere.

“Rise, Peter. Kill and eat.”

“Kill? Eat?” I ask. “Does he mean us?”

“Looks like it,” spits the camel.

“We’re done for,” tweets the hoopoe.