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Now where is that frog?


 

Last night I posted on FB a picture of a tiny green frog on our dining room wall. Edgar our, ferocious predator cat was determined to get this frog for himself.frog-1

With such a high ceiling there wasn’t any way any of us could have reached this wayward tailless amphibian.

Somehow I don’t think it stopped Edgar. Either he stayed up all night waiting to catch this little guy or ……. He ate it. There is no sign of the frog and Edgar has hardly moved from his sleeping chair all morning. If he gets sick later, then we’ll know what became of the tiny intruder.

The lesson here is that Edgar didn’t learn his lesson from the last time he caught a frog. If he actually did eat it this time he really is a slow learner. He is one to catch a critter and beat it, or torture it to death which I find totally disgusting but not eat it.

His instincts as a feline are to hunt and catch. Altho he is a spoiled baby who has been completely sheltered since he adopted us last June (2015) that instinct is proudly demonstrated in his big world of our back yard. Unlike Maxi our female cat who has left us many gifts, Edgar growls as he runs in the house with arms or legs hanging out of his mouth. He wants to show us his great catch, but don’t even think for one minute he will let you have it.

Aren’t we just like that with God?

We choose to hang on to that which isn’t good for us instead of giving it to God for him to deal with?

Old habits are hard to break. God may even want us to let go of certain habits that aren’t necessarily bad but God may have an alternative that is better.

Psalm 55:22 “Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous be shaken.”

Sounds easy, so why aren’t we doing that?

Maybe you should ask my cat.

 

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A True Story: The Heart of a Cat


It was early dawn. My husband who gets up before anyone else on earth, arrived in the den only to hear our 12 year old feral feline wailing and acting strange.  Opening the back door there she stood in front of him holding a 2 inch field mouse in her mouth as if to show him her gift of love.

Little did she know opening her mouth very wide to wail one more time the mouse fell out. He shut the door in an effort to keep the rodent from running inside. Maxi took off chasing him as if to say, “You are mine.”

Mark knew he had to stop this chase. Grabbing the cat after cornering this very frightened creature he brought her inside only to have her sit by the door and whine.

He hadn’t even had a cup of coffee yet.Mark and Maxi 2

Leaving her to her misery of the lost gift he made his early morning joe.

By the time I moved much later he told me of this great adventure.

The cat began wailing at me as if I would let her out. Somehow her instincts knew her prey was still around.

He and I went outside only to find the ailing rat in a hole on the right side of the back door. She runs out and begins to attack. The mouse escapes, running around the table, grill and into a side corner. Grabbing the cat once again we put her inside. She was not happy with her grandparents. Her efforts to once again show her appreciation for saving her life years ago was in the least futile in her eyes.  

By now I needed coffee.

We sat in the den watching tv and resting for a while. Too much excitement at 7am.

30 minutes later I went outside. Not only was the mouse still there, he was crouched behind my Swedish Ivy plant up against the brick on the left side of the door.

Mark attempted to catch him only to have the scared mouse run and fall right into the pool! Swimming for his life Mark finally caught him with the pool net. Giving him his freedom, Maxi ran outside to continue to search. 

She sniffed all around still believing she could locate her hard earned present. Her facial expression said it all.

“Why would you do this to me? I wanted to give it to you to show you my love?”

Isn’t that kind of like God?

Not that he wants to bless us with rodents but the abundance of his own love. Love that captures hearts like no other. Love that is supernatural and healer of all ills. Love that surrounds his people so overwhelming that once it hits you are never the same.

Maybe God feels like our cat sometimes. She gave us love only for us to throw it away. She exerted energy she rarely has these days to announce her gratitude only for us to deny it. She spent hours tracking for a gift we simply refused.

We can learn from our friendly felines the word, “devotion.” They seem to know what it means more than people.

God can take the size of a field mouse kind of love and make it grow.

So go catch a field mouse today and give it to God. It’s a start, and he will accept it with open arms.

Romans 8:38 “And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow–not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love.”


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Maxicat Adventures


 

A change of pace here and atmosphere.

Our live- in cat is by far a personality of her own. She remains very healthy and carries some feral instincts I doubt she will ever lose.  

She can be grumpy and irritable but also loving and caring on her own terms. In other words don’t bother her if she doesn’t want to be bothered. Never mind she has no problem waking us up in the middle of the night to go out the front door for her nocturnal escapades.

Mark went outside a few weeks ago just after dark to go swimming. He felt someone or something was looking at him. Turning around there she was perched on the roof of the house as if to be smiling and saying, “Hey dad, I’m on the roof and there is nothing you can do about it.”

One afternoon the teenage boy of the guy who cuts our grass watched Maxi in amazement saunter up to our 6 foot fence and take a graceful leap to the top in one move.  Resting a moment, she observed the surroundings from her elevated position as if to enjoy the view.  Hopping down to the ground landing completely poised on all 4’s she was off for an afternoon stroll in the woods. Not bad for an 11 year old feline.

But make no efforts to take this cat to the Vet for anything.

About a month ago I noticed her mouth was swollen. An infected tooth was the first battle.

As usual you could hear her wailing and whining all over the clinic. It was embarrassing. Thinking that horror was all she would have to deal with we had to administer 10 days of antibiotics. None too happy she wised up and hid under the dining room table, ran upstairs and hid behind the couch or landed in a deep dark closet where hiding out would supposedly rid her of this nasty tasting stuff we forced down her throat. What she didn’t know was her teeth had to be cleaned. Oh how I dreaded this.

The morning she was to go no food and water kept her in screaming mode. Following me around the house like a child wanting a new toy the look on her face was “why aren’t you feeding me? Where is my water you stupid cat person?”

I must admit it was wrenching my soul that I knew what she didn’t. The cat carrier awaited for another journey to what she thinks of as a feline “hell.”

I could see what she was thinking as we pushed her into the carrier, “How could my people do this to me over and over when they know I hate it!”

The house was eerily quiet all day with her gone. Her loud mouth had vanished.  Her yelling for wet cat food was absent. Her notorious presence was noticeably missed.

A mad, doped up cat.

A mad, doped up cat.

Later, the call came from the doctor telling me how well she did. Mark brought her home that afternoon only to watch her drunkenly try to maneuver walking anywhere. The anesthesia was still very much in her system causing her to walk sideways until she fell over.

We thought it was funny but she saw no laughter in her plight.

Over the next week administering more meds she was more difficult than before. Even now she is distrusting of us thinking we will shock her into returning to the cat abyss.

I can’t help but think how God must feel when we don’t trust him.

As we hide under the dining room table or lock ourselves in a dark closet from him are we grieving his heart? Do we run the other way when he wants to administer his medicine knowing it is what is best for us?

When he tries to explain himself do we react like a cat who has no idea what is being spoken?

I know how it made me feel trying to explain to Maxi why she needed antibiotics and a Vet visit to restore her “pearly whites.”

Helpless, as if I couldn’t get my point across. Knowing in the long run we would save her from a possible pre-mature death didn’t filter her little brain.

She was no different than us. We want the end result but forget the in-between misery of knowing what we are going through is God’s bigger picture.

Are you running from God?

 jonah


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“AND GOD SAW THAT IT WAS GOOD”


Crepe Myrtle beside our house. Of course the kitty had to get in the picture.

Crepe Myrtle beside our house. Of course the kitty had to get in the picture.

Genesis 1: 11-13 “Then God said, “Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds.” And it was so. The land produced vegetation: plants bearing seed according to their kinds and trees bearing fruit with seed in it according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good. And there was evening, and there was morning—the third day.”


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Birds of A Feather don’t Always Like Each Other


Our bird feeder hangs from the flower bed  in front of the window in the dining room.

Not far from it, is a Hummingbird Feeder.

From our den, the view gives quite a story.

Certain types of birds flock around both of them all day.

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(Above Photo Credits: John Randolph Harrison http://www.pbase.com/jrandyh)

The Cardinals who always arrive in pairs, dine almost everyday. So do the Sparrows but they come in bunches.  The Bluebirds visit occasionally. The Mockingbird doesn’t care much for the menu, but he shows up to make noise and annoy the others who are trying to enjoy a decent meal. The Hummingbirds frequent their feeder quite often.  However, these tiny little creatures prefer dining alone; that is sharing the feeder is not an option.


No group exists without a bad apple.  Blackbirds are large, obnoxious, arrogant feathered bullies who use their size to eliminate the competition. Not only are they insolent and rowdy they enjoy flying in groups of 2-3, land on top of the feeder while other smaller and less flamboyant birds fly away. Blackbirds then put on a show of egotism by literally crawling in a circle around the pole to the bottom where most of the food is. Consuming the seeds in accelerated fashion, Blackbirds reveal their greed and sloppiness. And, these birds are loud! As they eat, a shrill screech marks their territory. The sound is at times deafening.

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Filling the bird feeder requires sitting it on the sidewalk to fill it up. Spilling a portion on the sidewalk is a given but it never goes to waste. The Doves, who also always fly in pairs, come in for a daily landing to clean it up.  I love these birds with their quiet maneuvers and peaceful attributes.

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Watching the birds has become a daily adventure. Never thought of myself as a “birdwatcher” but we do live in a “Bird Sanctuary.” We are blessed to observe a variety of small and large fowl from Hummingbirds to Egrets to the Golden Eagle.

What I didn’t know is birds have personalities, habits and lifestyles as unique and different as humans.

Depending on their size, discrimination is prevalent.

Fighting amongst themselves is a common thread.

Two are better than one.

Some birds are well liked by each other. Others are considered mean, unfriendly and impossible to get along with.

Enjoying games is a notable past time.

Fear of their predators is instinctive.

Feeding times are much like ours.

Matthew 6: 26 “Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?”


If I didn’t know better, I would think birds are relics of humans.

Some are beautiful, yet difficult.

Others may be intelligent, but cocky.

Many are colorful, dazzling in appeal and radiance.

Some aren’t as alluring or stylish, but make up for it in their composed and steady characteristics.

So what have I learned about birds?

They may not always get along with each other, but most want the same things in life.

The world may be a wreck but I believe most people no matter who they are, what background they come from or geographical location are no different than the birds.

Why? We all have the same Creator.Red heart

http://samuelatgilgal.wordpress.com/2013/06/02/i-believe/

http://faith1stministries.com/2013/06/01/the-gospel-changes-everything/

http://terry1954.wordpress.com/2013/06/01/i-felt-your-presence/

http://connectingdotstogod.com/2013/06/01/one-faith-different-vocabularies/

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Are we on the inside looking out or outside looking in?


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This photo is the latest at our house. We have a bird feeder right outside of the window which is getting plenty of attention and not just from the birds.

Discovering the feeder through the big window for her (the cat) was like having her treats and Salmon and Crab Meat dinner all at once.

Of course the event becomes more exciting with the window opened. She sits and listens to the birds chirping; some are quite loud. She has yet to figure out why they are so close to her. My husband commented,

“When she starts tearing the screen to get to a bird, it will be time to shut the window.”

Spoilsport. Party pooper. Killjoy.

While I was trying to get a decent picture which was difficult due to the lighting outside, she sat perfectly still staring at the bird. After a good long while she turned around and peered at me as if to ask,

“Can I get that bird?” or “is it ok if I grab the little tweet and leave it on the doorstep?”

The cat has no idea there is a barrier between her and the bird. For all she knows all she has to do is jump on the ledge and treat herself to a fine feathered…..well, you get the idea.

Observing her in this position reminds me of many people.

Human nature in its selfish state is like a barrier to the abundance waiting us.

Our efforts to reach beyond to get what we want are useless without removing the fences of self-reliance and independent spirit.

More than ever our society is filled with individuals wandering aimlessly around in their self-created 40 year wilderness. They, like the cat have no idea they are visionless to the transparent glass in front of them.

It may take quite a few hits before they realize the bird is on the other side impossible to reach from where they stand.

So it is with the truth.

We would rather get beat up by a piece of glass we can’t see instead of walking around to the other side where vision is paramount and prosperity is real.

This modern day prevalence is hindering nations of lost souls from seeing Jesus. His name has become a bad word; or a source of indifference. And people wonder why it all looks like it is falling apart.

Jesus is the vision through the transparent glass.

Jesus is our bounty and plenty.

Jesus is the way out of any wilderness; self-created or otherwise.

Whether you are inside looking out or outside looking in, it doesn’t matter.

Jesus is the way, the truth and the life.

And that is crystal clear.

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Articles from some blogging friends……

http://trishadm.wordpress.com/2013/04/25/stranger/

http://simplyjuliana.com/2013/04/25/your-healing-is-right-around-the-corner/

http://settledinheaven.wordpress.com/2013/04/24/righteousness-a-standard-to-live-by-and-a-confidence-of-eternal-life/

http://godspeaks-i-listen.com/2013/04/24/gods-holiness-reveals-deeper-truth-to-me/

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There is No War on My Cat


Reading the news lately the shock of discovering there is a war on our “furry felines” of course routed my attention immediately.

The following article http://news.yahoo.com/staggering-stats-cats-kill-billions-animals-162839117.html gives statistics involving the hunting/killing of birds and mammals by our ever-loving feline friends.

At least we are not New Zealand who recently posted a ban on cats!

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2013/jan/22/new-zealand-cat-lovers-campaign

An environmentalist, Gareth Morgan in New Zealand decided cats are killing native birds. In an effort to rid New Zealander’s from their prize kitties he suggested;Maxicat 011

  1. Euthanizing them is not necessary but an option
  2. Neuter them and do not replace them when they die
  3. Keep all cats indoors
  4. Make registration mandatory

What? Who is this guy? He should be flogged and hung out to dry.

Seems he has managed to dip out of sight after his declaration of “natural born killers” on the loose. New Zealand is one of the largest cat owner countries in the world.70% of the cat owners there disagree with his absurd and foolheaded assertion. He is fortunate at this point he doesn’t live anywhere near me.

So now this has spread to the United States where our precious pets of the feline nature are blamed for killing billions of animals a year. Had my Maxicat not “killed” for her food the first year of her life because she was feral, she wouldn’t be with me today.

A study done showed most cats who are pets kill between 4-18 birds a year and between 8 and 21 small animals a year. Out of 84 million owned cats, the majority are given the option to go outdoors to perform their so-called dastardly deeds upon the helpless targets of attacks. Enter at this point; what about the dogs who kill cats?

The majority of “bird killing cats” are feral. So why are they picking on our pets?

In my neighborhood alone are many feral felines running around. These wild kitties are homeless and in need of love so they struggle to survive on their own.

Last spring I wrote a blog about 2 Mockingbirds who graced a tree in our front yard with a nest. We lived here first but try explaining that to a mean, noisy Mockingbird who decided he ruled this roost. Stepping outside on the front porch was a dangerous move for any human and especially Maxi.

“Daddy Mockingbird” attempted over and over to swoop down and peck us on our heads to inform us we were not wanted. As a “father bird” he was instinctively doing what father’s do; protecting his eggs from the undesirables of the world.

Waking up on a warm spring morning, I made my coffee and peered out the back door looking for the cat. Only Maxi wasn’t present.  But she had definitely been there. My guess was the “mom and daddy Mockingbird’s” tried pecking her on the head a little too close and well, let’s just say she got the best of them.

If you want to get rid of mice, rats or moles get a cat. Maxi has quite a resume of taking care of those varmints around here.

A final note made in the study found that removing cats from the outdoors might have a negative impact on the ecosystem. Also noted was cats are a checkpoint for preserving certain species of birds and mammals from other prey.

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So…..STOP PICKING ON THEM!

http://theteentheme.wordpress.com/2013/01/29/immersed-in-gods-word/

http://larrywho.wordpress.com/2013/01/31/dont-you-judge-me-ya-hear/

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Does your Cat listen to you?


Taking care of a wounded cat is comparable to that of a very small child.cat

48 hours after a rush to the hospital with a swollen, bloody face she thinks she is ready for another round with the “neighborhood bullies.”

I have no desire for another emergency trip to the doctor.

Doctor’s orders were to keep her inside at least for a few days. She evidently didn’t understand that order very well. She is feeling better now so why not go outside and play?

Standing in the doorway for the 3rd time, with her sad, swollen eye, she whimpers and gazes at me like a little girl who has been told to sit in the corner for being bad.

How do you tell a 10 year old, ex –feral feline she can’t go romp around in the cold?

Since I am not giving in to her simplistic intimidation she scurries upstairs where my husband is and screams at him.

While at the Vet I met their “clinic cat.” You know the stray that lives there. This particular feline had 3 legs. They found her on the side of a road after getting hit by a car. Her leg was so torn up the doctor couldn’t save it so he had to amputate it. The assistant told me within 24 hours of her surgery she was walking around without any notice she had lost a leg. I watched this cat run up and down the hall falling and getting right back up. In her mind, she was not handicapped.

Cats are resilient creatures. Ours is extremely healthy, but her “9 lives” were used up a long time ago. Her adventures and curiosity have brought her close to death, but the ability to bounce back quickly is a stunning characteristic.

But, they do feel emotions, pain and love just like humans.

As she has been recovering, it is apparent her need of companionship, care and concern for her plight.  Her comfort zone of our warm blankets becomes her bed of refuge. While I sit on the couch with this laptop, she walks right over the keyboard to lie down beside me. If I didn’t know better I would say she is jealous.

God made mankind in his image which is built on love. The core of life is this one emotion he granted to us to reciprocate with him.

Certain animals operate from this same love. Dogs are loyal, protective, and “man’s best friend.” Cats are singularly individualistic but show love by a nudge against your leg, a tail straight up in the air or the “purr” giving off an heir of complete peace.

God must have known we could learn a few good lessons from our furry friends. They fill our lives with joy, fun, laughter, responsibility, and notably companionship. They may have their own ways of “expressing themselves” but often they are better at it than we are. Obstacles of impression or modesty do not exist in their efforts to reveal their heartfelt emotions. Their innocence is spotless and simplicity of life is their breadwinner.

Proverbs 12:10 “A righteous man cares for the needs of his animals.”

 

That is God’s ordaining message to us. We are to treat animals with care and love. In return is a blessing of camaraderie we do not have with humans.

I have found sometimes I would rather be with my cat than other people! LOL!

Our Maxi under the tree

Our Maxi under the tree

http://jesuscarriesme.com/2012/12/22/a-time-for-giving/

http://ladydeidre.com/2012/12/21/seeking-solace/

http://simplyjuliana.com/2012/12/21/preventative-medicine-in-the-bible/

http://lorischulz.wordpress.com/2012/12/21/december-devotions-seeking-shepherds/

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