I hate going to the cat shelter.
I hate it because it makes me feel intense pain, as I am a cat lover.
The cats are all in cages waiting for someone to choose them and give them a home.
The people come…mainly for the kittens.
The older cats have far less of a chance of adoption.
They seem to know that and they retreat to cage corners and isolate themselves even more.
Those are the ones I try to seek out and spend time with, to hold them, and pet them, and remind them that they are loved and lovable.
If I could, I would take them all home.
Yes, yes, I would.
It grieves me deeply that I do not have the resources and ability to do this.
This brings me to the theological doctrine of election.
I once clung tightly to the Reformed doctrine of election that says that God is like a person going to the cat shelter.
He chooses some and chooses to leave some behind.
He does this for his glory, they say.
I never feel glorious leaving the cat shelter.
I feel grief and inadequacy and the horrible loneliness that those left behind must feel.
Am I kinder and more caring than God?
When I go to the shelter, I get down on the floor with the cats and I do everything I can to make them understand that I’m there as a friend who longs to see them rescued and to have a permanent, loving, home.
God came and put on human flesh and dwelt among us.
It was a rescue mission.
In cat terms, He put on fur, grew a tail, and ate Friskies with us.
For God so loved the world…
He has the resources to save as many as He wants to and He’s already promised a permanent home.
Am I a universalist?
There are a few bad cats out there…who love neither God nor people.
I still try to love them.
He does too…
How do all these doctrines come together?
I don’t have a clue.
I just pray that the cages are always empty of those who want a loving father and a permanent home…
Make your own application…