Last night I found myself in the local veterinary emergency room for hours.
T’s beautiful, wonderful, cat had been mauled by dogs and needed help now.
He made it through the ordeal and will be fine…but I didn’t know that when I arrived.
The staff was prompt and courteous and kind, they responded to the emergency like one would hope they would.
The reason I’m writing this is that they were also wise enough to know that it wasn’t just the cat that needed care.
I was a mess.
Distraught, exhausted, and overwhelmed.
Over the next few hours they not only cared for Bo, the cat, they cared for me.
I’m not going to tell you that I enjoyed the experience, but I was certainly blessed by it.
They weren’t just caring for me and my cat.
There was a parade of people and animals in need of care.
A cat that had been shot, a dog with a bad spider bite, more than one dog who had eaten the owners marijuana edibles which are toxic to them.
Everyone was treated as we were, with a steady stream of compassion and concern.
Which brings me to here and to the church.
We always say that the church is a hospital for sinners.
The problem is that it doesn’t always feel like a place to heal.
Sometimes we end up in worse shape than when we entered.
We treat our animals better than we treat each other.
This site started as a place for those who came to the church wounded by life and then by the church.
I never want it to become a place where you have to meet a list of requirements to be treated with compassion and concern.
I do want it to be a place where those of us who have healed enough to help someone else can bring others who are distraught, exhausted and overwhelmed.
I want it to be a place of both healing and growth.
We’re all as different as the animals I watched come through the door last night, with different sorts of problems needing help…all waiting to see the Great Physician.
The veterinary doctor received all who came to him last night.
So does Jesus.
So should we.
Life…can be really, really hard.
Make your own application…