Jesus saves the damn cat


3 weeks ago our indoor cat, Tyson, got out. You can read about him here. And contrary to popular belief, I did not jump for joy. Not because I love the cat but because I love my daughter who was devastated by it.

We’ve been hit by some hard times, me and my girl. Since March, the crap storm has sprayed us pretty good and the last thing she needed was to lose her cat. It felt a little like insult to injury.

My promise in week one of “He’ll come home…” turned into a weakly encouraging “We’ll find him…” which turned into a lying, “He’s fine…someone is taking care of him…” because I really thought he was coyote food. I mean, I was asking God to bring him home but I’m a realist–Tyson is like an actor on the CW…he’s too pretty to be street material.

So this last Saturday, while at the dumpster cleaning out my car, I wasn’t expecting a miracle. As I was finishing up, I remembered I didn’t shut the back of my car. I turned around to close it and just then a young man stepped out of the townhouse directly in front of me. And a tiny orange cat was at his feet.

The look on my face as a started to walk toward this boy made him utter, “No way…”

“That… That’s my cat… You have my cat…” I sputtered in disbelief.

In disbelief, he sputtered back, “No way, we, like,  just found him…”

Now, here’s the thing, I don’t believe in coincidence. And while I try very hard NOT to spiritualize everything–it’s like Freud said, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar–or is it an umbrella? Whatever the metaphor, somethings are just waht they are… but others? Pretty damned obvious–Jesus brought my cat back.

That specific moment, specific place, specific time? Not a coincidence. It is however totally God. It’s completely like Him to be surprising and perfect in His timing–and to show off in a way that makes me remember exactly who’s in charge around here.

Does Jesus love the cat? Well, I think God is more of a dog person but that’s just me… I do know however He loves my girl and the things that matter to her heart matter to Him.

She’s 15, almost 16, and I know she wonders, “Does He listen? Does He care? Is He what my mom says He is? Can He be trusted in my life?”

She needs to make her faith her own, to have her own stories of His faithfulness.And I have been praying for Him to become “real” to her. For Him to speak to her heart in a way that shows her who He is.  And I would have never thought that He’d use a lost cat, too pretty to find his way home, to reveal Himself to her. Jesus gave Margot her own God story–she prayed, He heard. She asked and He moved. 

God IS in the details of our lives and we so often miss it! I hope Margot knows that His eye is on her, that Saturday morning He orchestrated the return of something precious to her because He loves her.

It certainly was a good reminder to me–if God will save a cat, He obviously has a point to make. And the point? We are the apple of His eye. He sees, He hears, and He moves.

I pray we in turn would have eyes that see Him back!


7 responses »

  1. This brought tears to my eyes. I was telling a hurting friend just a few minutes ago that I heard a great quote, “Even when God is silent, it doesn’t mean He is still”. Even during those times that we feel left behind or unheard, God is still moving, loving, caring, and working all things out for the good of those that love Him.

  2. Your are a very talented writer. And I’m so glad that Jesus brought Tyson home to Margot and you…even though you are a dog person! Love you!

  3. I have a problem with the overall premise of your article but I still think its really informative. I really like your other posts. Keep up the great work. If you can add more video and pictures can be much better. Because they help much clear understanding. 🙂 thanks Mersenne.

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