Not that kind…
We built little shelters all over the property for the strays so that they could “weather” the awful storm that had been predicted for our area.
The storm never really materialized, but the shelters were in use anyway.
I would have much preferred to invite everyone in, but they can’t get along , even quite literally to save their lives.
Miss Kitty is holding court again in my room as she richly deserves.
She doesn’t want to entertain company and left directions to the Red Cross for the other cats.
That left Smokey, Marcel, Cinnabun, and a bunch of recently abandoned cats to fend for themselves.
Thus, the need for cat houses with food and blankets.
I hated telling the others “you can’t come in”, but Missy gets too anxious when another cat is here.
I love them all, but they simply can’t all live together in peace.
They love me too…but not enough to retract claws from each other.
Now you know why God allowed denominations.
We claim to worship one God and God is love, but we can’t bear the thought that He loves people who don’t have the same understandings of Him that we do.
God thus condescends to allow us to find shelter in many places around His property.
He would prefer it if we could huddle together.
It’s safer that way.
We might find out we have more in common than not.
We may discover why God loves those other cats too.
Maybe that’s why we don’t do it…
Make your own application…