Sore, tired, driving home from an eight hour trip, I was ready to be home. We pulled into town after dark. There was one thing left to be done. Since we passed home, I dropped of James and Madison at home so they could start unpacking and getting a late dinner ready. I headed out another thirty minutes to pick up our doggy, Tucker, from my sister’s house. Zoned out, running through my check list, driving down a busy road, and suddenly, I am wide awake and pressing hard on the brakes.
The tiniest, I am guessing around a month old, kitten is running as fast as his little legs will carry him through the intersection. My heart starts bleeding. Plans change. I turn around, pull into a dark lot, get out of my car, and start searching. I am so happy and relieved to see the little bitty adorable kitty made it across the road, he is only about 5 feet away from me. Slowly, slowly, I walk carefully as not to scare him. Immediately in my head, I am taking him home. Madison is wrapping him in her arms and giving him an adorable little name. The next day we are buying kitty supplies. There will be catnip wrapped under the tree in a couple of months. We will take his picture and send it to all our friends. And we welcome the little guy into our home as a new family member. BUT.
But, he immediately runs into some tall grass and brambles. I turn on my cell phone flashlight and continue to call and try to coax him out. I am not here two minutes, when a police officer shows up. I think help has arrived, but no. After I explain the situation, I get the speech, “Cats are funny things. He wants to live there in the tall grass. He is ok. Leave him alone.”
After no success, I finally give up. Sad, I am defeated.
Ya know? This world is a bunch of lost kitties. Jesus tries to coax us out from the tall grass and the brambles. But we are scared and we think we know better. The rest of the world tells Christians to shut up and leave those people where they are, they are quite happy there. But if this lost world could only see the warm home and the loving family and the safety from being away from the street. If only Christians would be a true reflection of Christ’s love to the lost, we could bring a lot more kitties home.