Hey guys! Merry Christmas! Guess what? Remember Fox, my cute baby golden retriever (who's not so small anymore?) Well, I forgot to tell you about my other animals, three cats, in fact. The first is Snowball, our cross-eyed Siamese with a good ol' dash of Siamaditude. She's as ornery as they come, but also super sweet, with a dash of fierce. Peanut is our second cat, a small, simple-minded kitty with a sweet streak...and not much else, except for a whole lot of cuteness and a squeaky meow. Last, but not least, is our brand-new addition to our family, Tangerine. He's a white/orange cat with slightly oval eyes, a nasal purr and a flat, striped tail. He's so sweet and very, very cute. Anyway, I already love this cat. We adopted him from an animal shelter, and I can't help but wonder what this little guy's been through. I love that he's ours. It made me think about our adoption, though. God adopted us too, in our helpless state, but we didn't have near as much street cred as Tangerine. After all, cat's aren't really bad, are they? They can be clumsy, or goofy, or sometimes a little vindictive, but overall cat's aren't bad, especially not Tangerine. So think about this gift: God adopted us when He knew everything about us, all of our sin. Unlike Tangerine, we weren't just stuck, not looking for Him. We were running in the opposite direction. So remember how much God loves you that He calls you His own and loves you so much that He would die for you. If that's not a reason to celebrate, what is? Merry Christmas!
I love the show "Gilligan's Island." In this old TV comedy, seven castaways are stranded on an island and are constantly looking for a way off--but poor, awkward Gilligan always messes it up. Once on the show, Gilligan finds a bush with beans that enable him to read others minds. How cool would that be! I mean, forget conversation barriers, awkwardness, finding the right words to say, etc, etc. Or is it? By the end of the show, the entire group was pitted against each other, for everyone could read each others thoughts. Thoughts are supposed to be hidden from others. Even though we are supposed to take every thought captive to Christ, I know I struggle. Ugly things pop into our minds--who would want to see that? In science fiction, mind reading has always been seen as fascinating, bizarre, and a gift. In Gilligan's Island, the Professor admits that he thought it would create world peace. Hah. But the truth is, Someone knows every thought you've ever thunk, and w
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