Thursday, November 21, 2013

You Don't Know What You're Missing


My wife and I are trying to adopt a stray.

It's not going so well.

We don't want to adopt just any old stray cat. There's a specific one we've got our eyes on. She's
been coming around for about a month, on a near-daily basis. She is a black and white, medium sized cat, with bright yellow eyes. Honestly, she looks like she could be Moto's sister, and that's what we want her to be. We've been wondering lately whether  Moto might be lonely, so we're interested in getting a cat. "What a cool idea," we thought, "if we were able to get a black & white female, and name her Lola. Then our two cats would be named "Moto" and "Lola".

Get it?

Moto-Lola (harkens back to Moto's Korean heritage).

Anyway, Fauxla (as we've been calling her, pre-adoption) isn't trying to have any part of it. She's just here for the food. She tolerates us. We've noticed her becoming less and less fearful of us as the month has worn on. She'll even come into the house to eat her daily ration. However, if we close the door behind her, she forgets all about the tasty morsels in her bowl and starts to search for a way out, howling loudly. She also isn't very nice to Moto.

Two strikes.

She won't abide being indoors, and she can't get along with our cat.

We know we can't adopt her.

We also know we can't stop feeding her. Not until we move, anyway.

We thought that perhaps we shouldn't feed her anymore, since she wasn't going to be ours, but decided against that idea.

Mercy requires that we continue to feed her. It would be cruel not to. If we can't bring ourselves to feed a cat on our doorstep, how can we expect ourselves to have compassion on men and women out in the world? We can't. So we are practicing mercy, on a stray cat who may never love us back.

After all, isn't that what God did?


"While we were yet sinners, Christ died for us."


My Calvinist friends would chastise me. God is sovereign. He knew before the foundation of the world, those who he'd chosen and elected to be his own... and yet, He gave us the freedom to choose. The Bible says that He desires that none should perish... but some will. He gave us the freedom to not choose Him... Why any would not baffles me. If only they could see the beauty, know the love, experience the mercy of our Lord. And I suppose that's the difference. God may have given me the freedom not to choose Him, but He also called me. He chose me. He made Himself known to me, and that knowing was irresistible. (Now I know my Calvinist friends will be happy.)

A few days ago, Ferial told me that this situation with Fauxla reminds her of something C. S. Lewis once said. Here this cat is, in a warm house, with people who want to love her, another cat who wants to befriend her, all the food she can eat, safety, security, family - and all she can think about is how to get back out. She climbs into the window, presses her paws against the glass, and cries to be back out in the cold, rainy, winter-freedom. Her very own security, a place of great insecurity. Lewis said that,

“It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”

I wonder at that cat. She doesn't know what she's missing.

In the same way, I wonder at those who don't believe the gospel, who don't desire a relationship with God.

You don't know what you're missing. 

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