I like routine as much as my dog Molly does. At night I have a routine that is very peaceful. About 10:30 each night I put away whatever I have been doing, turn on some classical music, put on my lap blanket, leave on a reading light and sit by the fireplace and read for an hour or two. Our cat, Smokey, jumps on my lap and curls up on the blanket and sleeps with whatever sweet dreams a cat may have. Outside it is ten below zero and the wind is howling, but I am snug and happy and content.
Strayed from God
As I stroke Smokey with one hand, while holding the book in another, my thoughts sometimes drift away from my secure and snug nest. Our city has an abysmal policy of taking care of stray cats. They will pick up stray dogs, but stray cats are left to roam our neighborhoods unmolested. There are probably fifty just on our block. They breed, get sick, get run over, die and breed some more. On my lap lies Smokey, warm, fed, content. She was once one of the others. She was wet, hungry and alone.
We have now had her in our home for 13 years. She was adopted. Like Molly she got a new home and a new life. From being a bedraggled outcast with no one to care for her and love her, she roamed the streets of life without any real hope. (Of course animals don’t look at tomorrow like humans do, but from a human perspective she had no hope.) Our little girl found her and brought her home and said, “Daddy, can I keep this cat?” That little girl is our baby, and while our other five children think she was spoiled and I don’t know why, I did say yes to her keeping the cat. But I didn’t say yes to the other 50 cats roaming the neighborhood.
Secure in God’s Arms
God, on the other hand, is more open handed than I. God is ready to receive anyone who will come to him. His house is large and His resources are limitless. He loves His Son as I love my children. It is because of them I have Smokey and Molly. It is because of Christ’s great sacrifice on the cross that God will have us. He will hold us in His lap and keep us secure forever.