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Topic: Cat and Dog (09/04/14)
By Dot Hannah
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September 5, 2014
He had lived through a torturous nightmare that was still utmost in his memory, his sleep broken and troubled, as he tried to get cozy in his warm bed. The stunning blow had occurred on a rainy, spring day, which would be remembered as the bleakest day of his life. He was a mere three weeks old, innocent and restfully sleeping next to his mother, when the tenacious monster approached and violently attacked them. His heart was pounding as if it would jump out of his chest, his pain excruciating.
He was rescued from the cruel, shocking dilemma, somehow, and was now being consoled with exceptional care and genuine love. He gave a grateful look with his soft, warm eyes, which were deep with profound sadness. He was safe, however, he could not overcome the fiercely, chilling memories of the deliberate cruelty which had crippled one of his front legs. Even more painful was his wounded spirit because of losing his mother and siblings.
The hot, summer days hurried by, like a man on an errand, and he grew strong and confident. He was named Crip as he was crippled and hopped on three legs. His life was happy because he had been intentionally chosen as the object of his master’s affection. He was thoroughly contented, and his master was determined that he flourish and thrive, in spite of his handicap. However, as the days went by, he began to see another life taking place outside his comfortable dwelling. In his moments of utter idleness, he would sit in the kitchen windowsill washing his face, dazzled by the morning sun. He watched happy-go-lucky cats frolicking and longed to experience invigorating adventures with them.
He began to go to the door and fiercely cry, stimulated by the challenge of making his master understand his straightforward desire. It seemed logical to him that he be allowed to experience the extraordinary rather than the secluded, monotonous life he led. He had quickly forgotten his blessings, viewing his paradise as a prison.
His trustworthy master tried to reason with him, puzzled by his consuming passion. The most immediate consequence was that there were dogs, large, like the one who attacked him, roaming freely outside, as well as the cats. He told him he could not outrun the dogs and had little or no means of self defense. He spoke to him gently, as though Crip could understand his every word. Knowing this, Crip’s aspiration still remained immensely attractive, even though it could come about to be his own death sentence. He remained unshakeable and resolved to have his own way. Came a certain day, to his great surprise, he was allowed to have his wish. He paused thoughtfully, and continued out as proud as a peacock. He was eager to meet the new world face to face, as he gave his master a casual, dismissing glance.
It was all breathtaking, the sounds, the smells, and the different sensations. The roses near the stone steps gave off a strong fragrance and were a mingling of colors. There were trees, rainbows, more than his eyes could see. His three good legs became more muscular, and he was able to run and jump as well as his four legged friends. The pack of dogs came stealthily around every night, but he had a predetermined plan of action, a secure hiding place. However, he was not free from all fear, as he had previously been while under his master’s protective care. His master had abundantly supplied all his needs while in his ark of safety. Now, because of a deliberate act of his will, he was in grave danger of a swift, sneaking attack.
Almost half past two in the morning, the unthinkable happened. The full impact of his misjudgment struck home. He was caught out in the open, unable to outrun his vicious enemy. His sorrowful master found him the next day, and realized a powerful predator had mutilated him. The night had taken a heavy toll.
The parallel in the Christian life is clear. God allows us to be led and guided by His own gracious Spirit so that we do not end up in deep trouble. If we act as bratty kids and demand to master our own destinies, we forfeit protection, and risk being devoured.
“Be sober; be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walks about seeking whom he may devour:” (I Peter 5:8) KJV
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