Theological Thoughts for Thursday.

A new stray cat has arrived in my neighborhood. She is a long haired white cat, obviously from the street. My cat, Vassya, is none too keen on the idea of sharing feeding times with another stray.

Because that is all Vassya was when we first met, a stray. His coat was a dull gray and his eyes were vacant. He rubbed up against my legs begging for food. He was thin and sickly. The fleas were overwhelming his thinning fur. He had a large scar on his forehead from scratching through the fleas.

Vassya is a fun loving a playful cat these days. He eats well, and on cold nights he is allowed to sleep on the king sized bed with satin sheets and a down comforter. But how dare another cat try for the same privilege.

I would love Vassya no less if the other cat were welcomed in, but that makes little difference to him.

How quickly we forget the sad state we found ourselves in before we met Christ. How often we fail to share the good news we so recently discovered for ourselves. How often we judge others for the same sins we found ourselves in so recently.