January 11, 2018

January 11, 2018

I rescued a cat a few years back. He was shy and skittish. He was somewhere around a year old when I got him. I was in a new apartment that didn’t feel like a home and he was an abandoned cat that needed a home. His name is Parish. It was the perfect match.


Four years later, Parish doesn’t really like people. He’s fat, angry, and kinda mean at times (I love it). The only person he really likes and wants is me. He lets me pet him, feed him by hand, hold him. He comes to me to cuddle and play. He loves me. In spite of hating most everyone else, he loves me. I think it’s because I rescued him. He was living in a cage at the SPCA and after he met me, he moved into a home.


In Colossians 1:13-14, we’re given a beautiful view of what salvation does. It transfers us or delivers us from darkness, into the kingdom of Jesus. We’re adopted in. We’re taken from a box in the SPCA to a home. We go from sinner to saint. From broken to whole. From an accident to someone created and formed by God. He takes us in.


It’s easy to forget this. It’s easy years down the road in our faith journey to lose appreciation for the greatest gift we have from God. The clean slate. The forgiveness, the adoption. Deliverance from the domain of darkness into his kingdom. We forget he gave us a home.


If only we could all be a little more like Parish. Not perfect, but in love with the one who rescued us.