Once Bitten

Our cat brought a small chipmunk in the house today as I was about to take my daughter to school. Sarah opened the backdoor and in she came. Usually they are half eaten but this one was alive. She dropped the chipmunk when my daughter screamed and off we went. Me, the cat and the chipmunk scurrying around the kitchen, one looking for a conquest, one trying to avoid the fangs of death. Thinking (a) I did not want the critter getting past me and hiding somewhere in the house and (b) not wanting to see a live sacrifice, I deftly caught her as she scampered past my feet.

For a moment I was proud of my self. Saved! A Hero! Then she bit me. Hard. A puncture wound deep into my finger with her razor sharp teeth. Imagine biting the finger of the hand that saved her from certain death! I dropped her and off we went again. Finally, I threw a towel over her and got her outside, bloodied hand and all. Good news is small animals like that very rarely have rabies, but the doctor advised me to get a tetanus shot. So I had to pay $$ and spend two hours of my time to save an unappreciative creature.

You could write the rest of this. Saved, unappreciative, creatures who sometimes bite the hand of the One who saves...and all out of fear. When I do it causes me to scamper around more, seeking to avoid the fangs of pain and death. His hand is loving. In fact He loved me at great cost, bearing my shame and entering time and space at great expense.

Look what the cat dragged in. Me.

So, I am grateful for the reminder. This weekend Eric Gilbert is back to lead us in worship and RP will continue on in Acts...the continuing work of Jesus. Lets worship well, into His hand comitting our lives again.