Thus, I was grief stricken.
Our little church had already lost two beloved members recently with the passing of Beardsley the cat and Roxy the dog.
In our group, pets are not possessions, they are much loved companions.
Sadness abounded already and it seemed my sharing of it would become even more personal.
Like most of you, vet bills aren’t in my budget, but I couldn’t afford to lose her either.
I called the cat doctor early in the morning…there were no appointments available until that evening.
That upset me, she needed help now.
I made the appointment for 5:00 PM.
Five minutes later, they called and told me to bring her in now.
Miss Kitty had never been in a cat carrier or in a car and when placed in both she cried for the first time in her life.
She was terrified of the journey.
I was terrified of the journey.
I’d never taken a cat to the vet and brought one home…it was always the place where I had to say goodbye.
This is pretty much where the story I want to tell begins.
When I carried my sick friend into the lobby of the clinic I lost it.
“It” being any composure or dignity I possessed and Lord knows I value both more than most.
Through many tears I gave them the information they needed and the kind soul at the desk quickly moved us into an examination room.
She took the time to try to comfort me and treated Miss Kitty as if she were one of her family members.
After the initial checkup she advised me to let Miss Kitty roam the room and get more comfortable… so Miss Kitty and I sat on the clinic floor to wait for the doctor.
Soon enough the door opened and I began to rise to my feet…just as the doctor plopped down on the floor.
The whole examination was conducted on the floor.
This good doctor met us where we were.
He was there not just to heal, but to comfort.
He was there for us.
He made his diagnosis, gently put Miss Kitty in her carrier, and led us out to the lobby again.
I was apologizing profusely for my emotional state all the way out.
The doctor and his assistants assured me that there was no shame in being broken by the situation…the shame would be if I were not.
This morning, Miss Kitty ate a lot and went about the business of her day feeling feline fine.
You know where I’m going with this…
The church is supposed to be a place where broken sinners can go and receive the comfort of God and God’s people.
People who will get down on the floor with you and wait together with you for the Great Physician.
It’s supposed to be a place where shame is replaced with a song of redemption.
It’s supposed to be a place where brokenness is a shared experience.
We have a Doctor who will meet us where we are…and love us to a better place.
The journey is often terrifying, but He will not only meet you at the end, He will be present as you go.
It will cost you, but it’s worth it.
There isn’t another place to go.
You can get an instant appointment.
Make your own application…