We have three3 animals that live at our house. Champ, the world’s greatest Border Collie, is home from college for the summer. Typically he lives with the soon to be a college senior at THE Houston Baptist University.
Speaking of the current college junior, if you remember she got a 3 legged cat from what we used to call “the pound” there in H-Town. Oscar now resides with us in Mayberry and to be honest, he’s the best cat I’ve ever been around, we like ol’ Oscar.
Then there is the dust mop. The Shih Tzu is Klaire’s as well, the Christmas gift that keeps on giving (ugh). Santa Claus brought him eleven years ago for the baby girl and he has slept in our bed ever since. I will say after a quick trip to East Texas (one of our happy places) a few weeks ago I did miss Buster Boy after 2 nights. Without him sleeping between the Blonde and I it was like sleeping without a pillow.
Okay, I said all of that to say this. The neighborhood Tomcat has moved onto the back patio. At first, I tried to scare this guy away, but he doesn’t scare so easy. He’s not afraid of the Border Collie, and that should have been my first signal this guy was moving in, and I couldn’t do anything about it. Mi casa es su casa is my current outlook if you can’t beat them join them, right?!
I read somewhere that love does not insist on its own way (1st Corinthians 13:5). And I have read there is a way that seems right to man but in the end, it’s not so good (Proverbs 14:12). I don’t know about you but I can be prideful, I can think my way is best, I can push God out of the way, and therefore I am constantly having to be intentional about being open and faithful and leaving room for God to work.
I don’t think God cares if this orange Tomcat and to be honest one of the ugliest cats I’ve ever seen lives at my house (we all know cats aren’t Christians, don’t hate me it’s true and we all know it) but He does care about people and He's clear that I am to be a good host.
I must be hospitable (Titus 1:8), I must offer hospitality without grumbling (1st Peter 4:9), I can’t mistreat the foreigner who lives beside me (Leviticus 19:33) and finally I am to welcome others the way Christ has welcomed me (Romans 15:7). If you are looking for a cat, hit me up.
He told me to tell you that.
Ken Ansell currently serves as a pastor and local missionary in small, rural Texas community. He plays lots of tennis and fly fishes when he can. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org