Well, four cats, but I only want to talk about one of them today.
Because he is the one that every morning speaks to me about Jesus.
I used to think he (the cat, not Jesus) was a pain in the neck.
But not anymore.
Let me tell you why...
Like most of you, I had established a morning ritual of what, at its best, could be called "Devotion Time."
I like that phrase...it lends an air of credibility to my attempts to draw close to God.
I knew what Devotion Time should be, but that's not always what I did.
What I did do was a little of this, a little of that...always accompanied by a strong mug of coffee...
Some Bible...
Some inspirational reading...
Some meditation...
Some prayer...
Some sitting-and-staring-out-the-window.
Everyday it was different, a jumble of whatever I felt like doing that day.
I feared I would fail the "what-a-spiritual-person's-Devotional-Time-looks-like" test.
And for the longest time I struggled with that.
So, I would gird up my loins and try harder. (See, even I can talk the talk!)
Until that day my cat talked to me,
And I finally understood.