I opened the door and in walked a beautiful cat with a soft white coat and a pretty gray face.
She ate…a lot.
When she had finished eating, she jumped up on my bed and began grooming herself in preparation for a nap.
This was not unusual for here, except that I’d never seen this cat before.
Miss Kitty, who has indicated that she is weary of hospitality, seemed unbothered by the emptying of her dish by a stranger.
It was as if she expected company…
Outside the back door, a very pregnant calico cat was filling up as well.
I briefly worried that Smokey might be named in a feline paternity suit…
Somehow, all these cats know where they can safely find shelter and a meal .
I have come to believe that they network like job seekers on social media.
This thought delights me and I find real joy in watching a hungry cat grab a meal.
Occasionally, however, I have troubling thoughts about this matter.
What if…a human…one of those creatures made in the image of God…knocked on the door and invited themselves in for dinner?
What if…a human…one of those creatures made in the image of God…knocked on the door and asked to sit in front of the heater for a spell?
Would I let them in?
Would it delight me to serve them…would I find joy in feeding them?
Do I want people I don’t know to believe that my home is a safe place for them?
I know the answer to those questions and I know all the reasons I can justify it.
I also know that Jesus never talked about taking in cats…He spoke at length about hospitality toward people.
Maybe there just weren’t any cats in Israel…
Make your own application…