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“Squeak . . . Hi, I'm Casavant, your church mouse. My mother named me Casavant even before my eyes first opened to the dimness of the church basement. She said I was the cutest, little pink bundle that had ever tweaked her whiskers.. We were born (my brother, my sister and I) one dark winter’s night in the blower room of the mighty Casavant organ. Mother made a comfortable nest of shredded church bulletins that she had lovingly collected. The first time the ancient blower growled to life, we all huddled close to her and our tiny hearts trembled in fear. It sounded like a two-ton feline beast with an empty stomach, and that very thought filled our mousey hearts with terror. But when I heard the beautiful music from the giant pipes floating down through the floor boards, Mother saw an expression of pure joy on my whiskerless face. Right then, she decided to call me Casavant after that mighty organ. Then there was my younger sister. Mama was amazed how each tiny toe moved with the sound of the mighty pipes above and called her Melody. And my brother –he was born with hair--so amazing for a mouse like us, so mama called him Bear.

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We never did know Papa. Mother said he was a true country mouse. Rainbows danced in his head. The pressures of the city, with its hoards of lanky alley-cats and overpopulation of ratty cousins, became too much for him. He took off just before we were born to find us a country church where we could live in peace, but he never returned. We kids didn't like to talk about him much because it hurt Mother so. We often dreamed of how handsome and mousecular our father must have been. Mother tells of how he used to make the ladies shriek, better than any other mouse she ever knew.

Mama Mouse was the warmest, snuggliest and hairiest mama any little mouseling could ever wish for. Each time the organ blower groaned into action, Mother would cast her eyes upward, and our whole family would squeak in hairy harmony with the choir high above our heads. She was so inspired by the words and the music and occasionally we saw tears glisten on the tips of her whiskers.

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Mother often told us that we were the luckiest mice around because we lived in the House of the Lord, and that was better by far than living in the world's biggest cheese factory. That mom of ours--oh, how we loved her.
I will always remember the words Mother spoke to me one night: "Casavant, my son, those hairless creatures that come so often to the Lord's House can have a great future. I heard that Jesus told them that He went away far beyond the streets of concrete and the skies of grey, to prepare a new home for them. That home will be more beautiful than we mice or even our human friends can ever imagine. Then Jesus Himself will come back to this mixed-up world and will personally escort all who trust Him to their new homes in heaven. Oh, squeak and sigh, what a future those creatures will have.

"Then in the days when Christ comes back, there will be a new peace that will spread from sea to sea. In those days, the deep fear that lingers in our hearts will be taken away, and predator and prey will become close friends. Can you imagine, my children? Even little mouselings will be able to snuggle up to a furry cat!"

I just could not imagine that--at least not yet--but I did know how much Jesus loved those people creatures. We tucked our tiny feet against us and snuggled so close to Mama that we could smell the cheese on her breath and just thought about those fortunate, multi-coloured bipeds. How could anyone ever love them so much?