“Hold on a second , big boy”, I muttered as I finished scooping .
Almost immediately I reminded myself that Chester was dead and his ashes were in a box on my desk.
It’s not the first time I’ve had to remind myself of that painful fact…because it’s not the first time I’ve caught a glimpse of Chester since he passed.
Now, I realize that this sounds crazy to some.
Perhaps it is.
Perhaps my connection with my cat and my grief over his passing make me see things that aren’t real.
Perhaps I’m deluded.
I have another explanation…perhaps better posited as a theory.
My theory is that the membrane between where we are and where we go is much thinner than we have any idea.
Maybe the divider between the physical and spiritual is not only thin, but sometimes opaque.
Many times in Scripture physical eyes are opened to see spiritual realities…things that are happening seeming in the same place, but hidden from natural view.
It also tells us that we are surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses who may be cheering us on as we finish our earthly race.
I find all of this fascinating and compelling.
Those of you who find me delusional can go in peace while I tell the rest of us what I think this may mean.
I think it may be Gods way of letting us know that love never dies, it just changes location.
Loved ones…even those with fur…are still present in some way and are leading us home to be with them and the One who has redeemed us and will redeem the creation as well.
“Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends.”
(1 Corinthians 13:7–8 ESV)
Maybe…God allows us to see through the veil and be reassured that those we loved and lost still exist, still love us, and He does too.
This may be a column better left unwritten, but don’t lose that final verse.
“Love never ends.”
Someday we’ll pick up where we left off…I’m just hoping cat boxes are no longer necessary when we do.
Make your own application…