Friday, November 15, 2013

See How Your Father Feeds the Quarry Cats

I work in an old quarry. I'm surrounded by rock walls. It's probably not what you're thinking. The old quarry is actually gone.There are now clearly defined lots, and the space is shared by landscapers, builders, mechanics, garbage companies, a storage facility, car dealer overflow lots, and tree companies. And a beautiful lake besides!

I figured I'd keep going with the animal theme...I talked about a cow, then a it's cats. Specifically, quarry cats. These are not the type of cats who sidle up to people, arching their backs, and purr as they rub along your pant leg. No, these cats are mangy, scrawny, skittish cats who won't let anyone near them. Feral cats. Not the kind you really want to try to get close to. No one really knows how many there are. They just keep reproducing and are best if left alone. No one really likes having them around, but they do keep the mice and rats away. We leave them alone and they leave us alone.

There is an old man who comes around in a truck just about every day, maybe every other day. I don't really notice anymore. I first noticed him a little over a year ago. I would see him sitting in his truck for hours. He would get out and feed the ducks, then sit in his truck some more. I once asked someone who he was and what he does for a living. He told me he didn't know and he feeds the ducks for a living. About six months ago, I saw him walking into the back of the yard next to us, which houses extra cars for a local dealer. Way back in the tall grass, were plastic storage totes, which, I assume, he had placed there. He had fashioned a shelter and feeding station for the quarry cats. No one really cares if he does or doesn't take care of these cats--no one, except the cats.

As much as they don't like people, they come running when he gets out of his truck. He makes sure they have food and shelter. He really cares. He's certainly not a picture of Jesus, but he makes me think of Jesus, when He told His disciples to stop worrying about what they will wear or what they will eat-basically stop worrying about everything in your life! Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air (or the quarry cats); they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. (Matt 6:25-26)

Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?...Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt 6:26-27, 34). I don't think those cats worry about what they will eat tomorrow. I don't ever see any of them wringing their paws in worry, looking anxiously at the road, wondering where their man is. Yet, he shows up. If a lonely, old man cares for quarry cats, how much more does our Father in Heaven, the One who created us in His image, the One who fashioned our every cell to become who we are, care for us? Worrying gets us nowhere. It's like being on that stupid treadmill that I love to loathe. 

What are you worried about today? Finances? Your health? Maybe a loved one's health? An important decision? Getting laid off? Finding employment? Selling your house? The loss of a friendship? Taking on too much? Being alone? Whatever it is, worrying about it will not add a single hour to your life. In fact, it will rob you of the precious time you have. You'll go to bed at night and say, "What happened today? I only remember the worry." Be like the quarry cats-look for the Man who comes to feed you, clothe you and give you shelter. He cares for you, and He thinks you are valuable and important. Let the day worry about itself. 

Blessings Along the Path,

Song of the Day:
His Eye is On the Sparrow (Selah)

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