Cindy is the gentlest cat to enter my life. I have had many cats wander to my home but Cindy is my favorite. Of course, we are careful not to tell the other two cats that now reside here.
My cats have a good life - food provided, trees to climb, mice and gophers in the area, not mention birds (I am not happy when I find bird feathers on the porch, but understand that this has always been a cat thing), and even a barn. They are able to come and go at will through a cat door. You could call it a kitty heaven of sorts.
Several weeks ago, Cindy wandered away. I called and called her but she did not come home. A neighbor about one-half mile away reported seeing her at his bird feeder. Then he reported seeing feathers under his feeder and was not happy. I called and called many times each day but no Cindy.
After about six days of calling, I decided she had wandered too far away and was lost or something had gotten her. I tried calling one more time and then decided it was useless. I went in the house. Shortly after that, I heard the sound of the crunching of cat food. And there was Cindy. How joyful I was!
The words of “Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing” have been circling in my mind - “Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love.”
How often do we do a cat act and wander away from a life with God that provides for a good life? The good news is that God never stops calling us to return home and rejoices when we return. When we wander away, God is the One who longs for our return.
Bette Bluntzer Burris is the senior pastor at Goliad Presbyterian Church