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God hears your cries for help
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Last week, Julie and I drove to our favorite nursery — which I call the grass and tree place — to pick up some Calliope plants to block the neighbor's view of our garage door. Notice how I used flower and grass language because my wife doesn't think I have any idea what the difference is between flowers and grasses. Also notice I did not show off my extensive knowledge of the Calvin cycle of enzyme-catalyzed photosynthesis occurring in chloroplasts and other stuff. You folks think John Calvin was just a second-rate theologian? I laugh you to scorn.

Come to think of it, Julie probably wanted to buy these Calypso plants, which come from the West Indies, just because I happened to clean up the garage in my unmentionables and also just happened to have left the garage door open. Come on! There must be at least 100 yards between the garage door and the next door neighbor. However, a new house in the aforementioned vacant lot is now under construction so caution is the new word of the day. Go figure.

Anyway, we were walking, with the grass and tree lady, on the back side of the plant place when we heard a very sorrowful sound. It took us about 10 minutes to find the source: down in a deep, overgrown ditch was the face of a little black and white kitty letting the entire world know it was there, lost, hungry and wanted to be found by anyone or anything. Knowing how many critters roam around in the backwoods, I could make a pretty sound case that the little kitty wouldn't have lasted too long.

The lady hiked down into the ditch, picked up that little kitty, stuck it into the pocket of her sweater and off we all went. That little rascal never made another sound, did not try to get out of her pocket and went to sleep without a worry in the world.

Julie and I found our bushes, carried them back to the car, paid for the plants and left for home knowing that tiny little helpless cat was going to be just fine.
If we did not have our dog Downgirlsit back home, the cat would have come home with us. As far as the baby cat, it was brave enough to leave its momma's side for the great outdoors, but dumb enough not to realize the world can be very hard and unpredictable for the unprepared.

As old as I may be, there are more than a few times to make me realize that I probably would find myself in a ditch crying and wondering if anyone would ever find me simply because the world is full of surprises, hardships and challenges I am just not ready to handle.

There is a simplicity about the Bible that always causes me to grin. "Shema (Hear) Israel! There is but one God, and you shall love this God, your God, with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your might!" (Jesus adds: "And your neighbor as yourself.") Simple and to the point, yes? Yes! Then God adds, "You will put this statute on your hand, forehead and the entry into your house."


"It is to be so much a part of you that you never forget and so you will walk with this thought, act with this thought and live with this thought."

The ancient and present day Jew abides by this simple principle. The orthodox Jew still uses the Phylacterty, a box tied around the forehead which encloses the Shema written on sheep skin, and many present day Jews attach the Mezzuzah, which has a copy of the Shema, to the entry of their homes as a constant reminder of their relationship with God and the duties required of a people of God.

Even as I type this, I can still hear that little kitty yowling and that little furry face peeking up out of the overgrowth in that deep ditch. "Is there anyone out there who knows I need help?"

God must certainly have heard the cries of His people, "Is there anyone out there?"

The Bible shouts out to us, "For God so loved this deep, damp, dark and lonely world that He gave His only Son so that this unforgiving world could have life!" He saw the helplessness on our faces and heard the cries of despair and it was as though He picked us up, put us safely in His protection and carried us home.

I can always be reassured when I find myself in distress, "The Lord is my shepherd even when I may walk through the valley of death. I am not spared the reality of life, but no evil can conquer me because God is with me. I know that I am going home.

Thank God, I am going home!"


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