Some churches are like cat ghettos
My jogging route takes me by a dilapidated house that has a problem with feline fecundity. Not too long ago, a normal number of cats sat upon its porch. But recently, the place has been racked by a cat population explosion that is the scandal of the neighborhood. Now there is barely any room for an animal to stretch or sun itself on the porch.
The sad thing is, the place smells like a giant litter box. It has become a squalid cat ghetto. Our own cat situation got like that several years ago. Before we knew it, we had ten cats mewing for food. One of them named “China” was my favorite. But something had to be done, so Lisa and Kevin did us the favor of carting every caterwauling last one of them except for Chloe off to the Humane Society. It was a sad day in Catville.
Churches can be like cat ghettos. Feline dependency can begin to smell after a while. “Feed me,” the parishioners mew on Sunday morning. But the only thing they ever produce just stinks. Cats weren’t meant to live that way. Church should never become so ingrown.
I like the metaphor of cats running amok. Many things in life, left to themselves, will breed and become an out-of-control scandal. Scruffy habits flower and become obsessions. Festering bitterness putrefies into full-blown hatred. And then only ruthlessness will set things aright. Cat ghettos only become more fetid over time – they demand intervention.
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Cats on the stepreminds me of my own… who recently wandered off (and just returned home Thursday night). The interesting thing is that God has a mark on us (different from those electronic ones they put in animals, but similar in purpose). He doesn’t ever want us to wander off, but if we should, this marker is designed to help others identify us and point us back towards our “owner/caregiver/lover”.
When we (the wandering cat) get hungry enough, for God, we’ll come back to His feet and remember how He always provides for us, and we were set here to fulfill a need in His kingdom, to love and adore Him. We often think the wild (things of this world) are attractive, but living in HIS abode, commandments, kingdom lifestyle, is the way of peace, health, and safety. When we wander off (as a housecat escaping), we may stray from His covering. But He comes out after us with food, light, and His loving voice, calling us back home…
Brothers and sisters, let us enjoy the provision and safety He has provided, and help other strays find their way home…. For those not yet marked, share that Abba is their owner.
That’s really sad. Perfect example of why pets need to be spayed and neutered. Poor cats – stupid people.
I don’t know what that gibberish was on the comment by “Diana” but it seemed irrelevant and ignorant. It pretty much nauseated me. Sounds like the rambling of someone quite insane.
Anyway, yeah. Poor cats.