I want to share a story with you if I may.
I was invited to visit a bible study many years ago in a small home group. That evening one woman there requested prayer for her cat. The kitty was going for neutering that week and she was anxious and troubled over the surgery. We all stood holding hands for what seemed like an hour to me but in fact wasn't more than 10 minutes or so praying for this lady's cat. To be truthful I started out half heatedly praying at best, but my prayer quickly deteriorated to a slight mumble and then just silent annoyance. I stood there peeking through my eyelids at these women praying with all the fervor and sincerity that would be given to any mother of a sick child. When the praying was done, I watched them comfort her and reassure her with sympathetic hugs and kisses. It was all I could do to keep a straight face. I managed a slight smile and a hasty goodnight and made my way home. The half hour or so drive, I mocked them all. So sure we had just wasted our time praying for a silly cat, scheduled for the most routine of procedures, my frustration grew into indignation. That feeling did not subside as the days passed and I vowed I would not go back to that house. The only memory of that bible study was how our intercessory moment could have been put to better use. Perhaps for the homeless, the shut in, the hungry, world peace even.
That following Friday evening I was scheduled to work as usual. Our indoor cafeteria was under construction so we had a dining car set up outdoors. As I made my way to the food trailer, down the walk way, I hear a small meow somewhere ahead of me. Approaching I saw a medium-sized orange fur ball slinking towards me cautiously. Although, I had until now not been much of a cat woman, he was more cute than I could bear. After purchasing him a wellness platter and a few strips of bacon left it on the side of the trailer and went back to work. Before the morning came I checked in on him again and promised the handsome kitty if he was still there when the sun came up, I would take him home. As if he had said "deal" that cat was firmly waiting by the door for me at the end of my shift. So I picked up my new timid orange pet and headed home. A few days later just as everyone had fallen in love with little King MarKus something went wrong. I returned home one morning to find our orange king lame and nearly still in the bathtub. Unable to stand up without support he appeared to be desperately ill, possibly dying. I wrapped Markus in a bath towel and rushed to the car. During the panic to the vet, I could see he was not improving. He was so weak, he tumbled twice from the seat at sudden stops and didn't so much as groan when he hit the floor. The veterinarian to a look at my little rescue kitty and tallied up an estimate of 300 dollars for a start and then further labwork and xray. All for well over a thousand dollar grand total. With swollen wet eyes I stood there begging for some kind of charity or at least a payment arrangement. It fell on deaf ears and hard hearts. They directed me to animal control and suggested that I don't get a replacement cat until I could afford one. Completely bewildered and sadder than I had been in years I sat in that parking lot weeping like a lost child with a torn dolly. Suddenly without thought I did what came natural to any Christian in times of trouble. I reached over to the passenger seat, laid my hand on the barely conscious kitty and prayed with all the breath in me. After a time I dried my face with my shirt collar and just sat. Immediately I began to sob all over again. Not for the kitty this time but for the indignation and sin of indifference towards my sister's despair last week. Although she never knew what I was thinking that day at the bible study, God knew. I was wrong and look what extent God had taken to correct me. He loves His children and He loved that woman who cried for her cat too. She was hurting and He wanted me to understand that He is concerned with every care we have. Who was I to belittle her care as if I had a more righteous aim. God humbled me to teach me how to weep when my sister is weeping and rejoice when she is celebrating. Thank You Lord.
King Markus recovered and went on to live a long happy life as the neighbors cat Buster.
1Pe 5:6 Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God, that he may exalt you in due time:
1Pe 5:7 Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.
Rom 12:10 Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another;
Rom 12:15 Rejoice with them that do rejoice, and weep with them that weep.
Rom 12:16 Be of the same mind one toward another. Mind not high things, but condescend to men of low estate. Be not wise in your own conceits.
This touched my heart! Thank you.
thanks so beautiful story
How is Nipper?
she is fine back to her mean self