Meet Cleo…formerly called “Cinnabun” or “my little lion”.
She has decided after a couple of years of dining and dashing to take up residence here.
One night after dining, instead of dashing, she jumped up in my lap and went to sleep.
She had now moved in…and now she wanted to take over.
The first order of business was to get rid of Smokey, who has lived here for quite some time now.
The queen (Cleo is short for Cleopatra) finds his presence distasteful.
She growls and spits at him and demands he vacate his own premises.
So far, long discussions have failed to convince her that she has to share…beginning such discussions makes her spit at me.
Other things that make her spit and growl include any movement when she is on my lap and touching my phone when I should be petting her.
The phone has been pushed to the floor twice for violations of the code of conduct.
I can handle her many idiosyncrasies …but I won’t tolerate her lack of civility to Smokey.
When she decided she lived here, she also made a decision to become part of a family…and Smokey is a part of this family.
Even though I’ve hoped she would join the family for a long time, she still has to recognize and respect the rest of the clan.
I love them both…and my expectation is that eventually they will choose to love one another.
They have no option…if they want to stay here.
This is why heaven is going to be a challenge for many folks…
It is a traditional Christian assumption that once we receive out glorified minds and bodies that we’ll forget all our differences and prejudices and become perfect little versions of ourselves.
It is a traditional assumption, but not necessarily a biblical one.
I hope it’s true because it would save us all the hard work of trying to love as we have been loved in a fallen world.
What if…we actually have to acknowledge and resolve our differences in the new heavens and the new earth?
What if…the new creation is full of people that we had hoped would stay with the old one?
I know this…the Father that adopted us all expects us all to love and respect each other … in this age and the age to come.
We are one family, with one Savior, and one Father.
Cleo didn’t come in last night…perhaps she’s reconsidering whether this is really the family she wants to be a part of.
I’ll love her anyway…but it’s cold out there…
Make your own application…