I had coffee with a friend and her teenage daughter a few days ago and they were sharing with me how ONE of their cats (they have several as well as a whole brood of animals) is an amazing hunter. This cat is… big and tough. Although Ollie is loved and cared for, he is an outdoor cat and has learned to live on the wild side… and keeps unwanted critters there, too.
Apparently, Ollie had recently delivered a nice and juicy (and dead) mouse to their doorstep. It made me think of my cats…
I remembered the prior night when I had awoken to the “hunting” meow of one of my cats… Meg. I’m not sure how to describe that meow, but if you have a cat you know exactly what I’m talking about. Now Meg Mae is a lover and not a fighter and finds her days filled with sunning and sleeping and eating. However, that night she decided to bring me a prize.
At 3:00 a.m…. she had hunted and delivered a plastic lizard to the foot of my bed. One I had given to her.
I, of course, praised her and told her how wonderful her gift was. There’s little I won’t do for my cats. Now had it been a child waking me… someone would have paid. 🙂
But seeing how easy it was (and how content she was ) to hunt a critter made of plastic, who doesn’t move or put up a fight, and takes no skill to catch… made me realize I DON’T WANT TO HUNT PLASTIC LIZARDS as I seek God.
You see, I want to find satisfaction in hunting for the REAL stuff. I want to live wild and learn to deal with the elements. I don’t want to live a content, comfortable, temperature-controlled life walking only to the next room to get my daily bread by someone else. Let me seek it out and hunt it down!
It’s so easy for us to live a life where we wait to be fed. We may find that we don’t really seek Him with abandonment, knowing our lives depend on it, because we’re used to sitting back and waiting for His truth to come to us through music, a sermon, a conversation or a thought.
And once we get “fed” we might find ourselves satisfied and stop hunting for more. We just get satisfied with the plastic lizard rather than the juicy mouse. (Sorry, kind of gross… I know)
I wonder, are you wild or tame for God? Do you really hunt for the depth of relationship you have with God? Or do you look to others to give you what you need?
Think about it. And while you do… I’m going hunting for more!