Trust has been broken…unintentionally, but broken none the less.
Trust has always been hard for the Big Smoke and recent events have made it all the more difficult for the big guy.
I don’t know where Smokey came from, but I know when he arrived here he was a mess.
He carried many scars and open wounds and only stayed because the meals were regular.
I took him to the vet, built him a little outdoor house, and tried to care for him as he would allow.
I took responsibility for him and committed to him as family.
When Miss Kitty died, I invited him to share the inside of my home…and he seemed to like that idea….sometimes.
Then, in his mind…I disappeared.
In reality, I was in the hospital for a week having surgery ….but cats know little about such things and much about absence and broken routines.
When I returned he was confused and hesitant to engage with me, but he tried to overcome this abandonment.
Just when he was getting comfortable again, I “abandoned” him when he needed me the most.
My family thought a day away near the sea would help me recover, so I left overnight on the 4th of July.
For pets, the 4th of July is pure hell.
Smokey evidently came inside to escape the fireworks and all the noise… he fled to me for protection…and I wasn’t there.
I came home to find find the largest pile of cat excrement I’ve ever seen… in my bed.
Smokey was hurt and angry and confused and he wanted me to know about it.
I commend him on his communications skills…
Many of us believed we found a home in the house of God only to be abused and abandoned by those we trusted.
Because the leaders stood representing Christ we wonder why Christ allowed this to happen…and if Christ felt the same way about us.
They lied about how much we were loved…what else did they lie about?
To make matters worse we are often blamed for our own pain…it was some defect in us that is to blame for what happened to us.
This is the beginning of deconstruction.
Life beats us to a pulp in other ways and it seems like whoever this God is, he is absent when we needed him the most.
We are left with shards of broken faith cutting us and the pain never stops.
If you’re in this place…remember Smokey.
Smokey can’t understand all that has gone on around and to him and neither can we.
What he will learn…in time…is that my heart toward him has never wavered…even when he left a message in my bed.
Whether he understands or not, I will always make sure he is cared for and he will always be family.
He will be given all the time he needs to reconstruct his trust and faith in me, because I understand he’s just a cat.
He is loved.
So are you.
In time…maybe a long time…you will find that Jesus has been there all along and He is nothing like those who claim to represent Him.
He is with you.
He is for you.
He truly will never leave or forsake you…even if you’ve been communicating with Him like Smokey did with me.
Metaphorically, of course…
Make your own application…