It was relatively clever as as most of these articles try to be…whether I’m successful depends on how you define “relatively” and “clever”.
Adopting Chester has resulted in difficulties at times.
He’s eating us out of house and home…I’ve never seen a cat put away so much food.
He’s used to stealing his food so he eats it really fast and swallows a lot of air…which exits out the other end having been converted to weapons grade gas.
I have to use industrial strength Febreeze air freshener to be able to sit in my own home.
He and Miss Kitty fight over food, attention, and affection.
Like I needed more stress in my life…
He’s one more thing that wears me out.
There are moments when I wonder if I should have adopted him.
After I admitted that, I would point out that “I wonder if I should have adopted him” is something that God never has said, nor ever will say about you and me.
He never has second thoughts about His adopted kids.
He has one thought…”They are mine and they are loved”.
That’s another difference between me and God…
That’s the Gospel and it’s good to hear it.
Slap the familiar “make your own application” tag line on it and another Friday article is finished.
That was the plan until I read the story from a city I know.
The child would have turned ten the next day.
A birthday party had been planned by those who loved her.
Unfortunately, those in her home did not love her and her death certificate will read that she died at nine years of age.
Her death was too brutal, too evil to comprehend, let alone write about on these pages.
Something similar happened here long ago, but not long ago enough to stop me from occasional moments of shaking and tears.
I want to do something or at least say something profound.
All I have are cat stories…and the Gospel.
It’s not enough.
I don’t know what is.
May the child rest in peace…and may we not rest until our stories and our Gospel bring peace into places like her home.
Make your own application…