“Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.”
(Romans 12:2 ESV)
It was placed on my pillow as neatly as a hotel maid places a mint on a freshly made bed.
A dead mouse.
Like all cat servants I ignored the less than pristine aspects of the scene and chose to appreciate the gift that had been left.
Miss Kitty had refused to eat her breakfast that morning…I had run out of the little treats she likes sprinkled over her food so she turned up her nose and went outside.
She had done the same thing the night before with her dinner.
After removing the “gift” I went to sit at the computer…and noticed the mangled head of some creature in my chair.
I was beginning to suspect that these remains were not gifts, but warnings.
Something along the lines of “if you don’t come up with some treats, this could happen to you”.
Miss Kitty was so taken by that which tasted good, but offered no nutrition, that real food held no attraction for her.
She would rather do without any food, than forsake the junk.
If she continued eating nothing but “treats” she would surely grow weak and sick, but the junk had a hold on her.
After disposing of the animal remains, I fired up Facebook.
There were titillating stories about the sexual proclivities of the famous and not so famous, bizarre conspiracy theories, and lots of people speaking ill of other people.
I could have spent all day going through it all and some people do.
Day after day.
Many of those stories had hundreds or even thousands of comments.
There were a few scattered book reviews and prayer requests…with a dozen comments.
Substance was indigestible.
The same could be said about Twitter or the offerings on television…”treats” with no actual substance , no worth beyond filling that days junk quota.
The providers of it all know that it’s like manna in reverse…it’s has no value and it’s only good for one day.
New junk must be provided tomorrow.
If our minds are transformed by what we fill them with…we are being transformed into junk.
Miss Kitty is going on a diet.
So am I…
Make your own application…