March 4, 2026 “The three of them share only three brain cells, and the boys never seem to use them.” When I say that, which is not infrequent, I’m talking about my three cats. The current feline residents of my house are Jay, my giant older cat, and Gem and Scout, a brother/sister duo I refer to as “the twins.” Gem and Jay enjoy chewing on plastic. Gem enjoys chewing on charging cords, and he’ll also pounce on me from above when I’m lounging on the couch. Scout enjoys removing tissues from trash cans and distributing them all over my house. Jay once put a live mouse in my bed while I was sleeping in it. One of the twins, I haven’t figured out which yet, likes to remove the hair I brush out of Jay from the trash and try to eat it. That is by no means a comprehensive list of the dumb things they do. Such a list would likely fill a couple pages of this newspaper. Despite all the things they do that annoy me and destroy my stuff, I love my three feline companions. I thought about my three stooges when I was recently reflecting on times in my life when I felt like I was outside the love of God. I think a lot of us have felt that. Though I’ve been told many times that God is love and I can never be outside that love, and I’ve reminded others of that fact, sometimes I don’t feel it. There are times when, because of my sinfulness and my many, many character defects, that I’ve felt unlovable. I’ll think, “God loves other people like that. As awful as I am and as badly as I behave, there’s no way God could love me.” God reminded me recently that if I can love three freeloading felines who do dumb and sometimes destructive stuff every single day, it’s almost crazy that I sometimes struggle to wrap my head around the fact that our God, the source of all life and love, loves me through and despite my dumb and destructive moments. I’m glad he has my brain cells working on that. |
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