This felt like Friday morning at the OK Corral. Carmel, my not so brave and fearless cat, became tangled in a plastic grocery bag. Not knowing what had hold of him, but sure it was about to swallow him, he began running through the house, knocking over the sweeper, clearing the coffee table, and causing all my IT equipment to hit the floor. Suddenly I had no land line, TV or internet. What I did have was a most terrified cat. I throw away the bag, and went to find and comfort him. He had run to his brother, Dalai, for help. In just a few short minutes Dalai appeared ready to take on the monster who had tried to swallow his brother. (Carmel was cowering by the stairs ready to run for his life if necessary.) Dalai took on the posture of great hunter and search the room, ready to pounce on the would-be killer. Since I don’t really speak cat and Dalai only speaks a little people, I decide to show him that the monster was no longer here. We turned up chairs, moved a brief case, and looked with all our might. The monster appeared to be gone. But my problems were yet to be addressed. Did I mention my IT equipment had hit the floor, was unplugged and scrambles, and oh yeah – I had to leave for a meeting in 20 minutes and was still in my PJs.
I think in part, this is what the scripture is about. In just a few short minutes, plans and life change. We find out who the real heroes are, and who is willing to speak our language. The blessings of life come to us, not when we have it under control, but in the moments when we find ourselves tangled up, in need of help. As our brothers and sisters step forward to give us shelter and love we experience blessing and know the joy of life.