Yesterday the last one of the orphaned kittens I have been trying to save died. It is a long an involved story of sadness that has set my heart to pondering life in general-from my Christian worldview. There were 5 kittens that were found-they were about 2 weeks old-and had been abandoned by their mother. They were covered with feces and maggots and fleas. I hate to get involved in these situations but I am a weakling about baby mammals in general and baby dogs and kittens in particular. When you try and rescue very young and very sick little things it almost always has a sad ending-for them and for my heart. I sometimes hate myself for the emotional energy that gets consumed in my obsession to save the unsaveable. The Lord has just wired me to be filled with awe and compassion for his world and his creatures. These kittens were too sick and too young for me to bring back from the brink of death-even though I have been very successful raising baby animals who were quite young but in good health otherwise. I am sure the reason the last kitten who died last evening had such a depressing affect on me is that I had her for 4 days and I had hoped that she would be a survivor-but she had an abscess on her navel that caused infection to invade her tiny little body that even an antibiotic from the vet could not cure. I did my best-she was warm and clean and fed and deeply cared for. I had an excellent home lined up for her if she had made it.
When I see suffering in the animal kingdom I am always reminded of the terrible suffering that goes on in this fallen world daily. It reminds me of the millions of aborted babies who are ruthlessly murdered in the womb by their mothers and their accomplices. I am reminded of the thousands of children around this globe who die of starvation-abuse and neglect daily. Sometimes the suffering that is out of sight is also out of mind-and we need reminders that the good life that most of us have experienced in America for the past 200 years is not the natural state that most humans have experienced since the fall of Adam and Eve in the garden. Don't forget that western Christian-what you and I have experienced is a cushy life compared to the cradle to grave suffering and misery in most of the world for most of history.
It took dying kittens to start my ponderings of a suffering and dying world that is foreign to most of us. Only the Gospel can bring hope to the real world. Because the promise of the Gospel is that at God's appointed time there will be an end to sin-misery-suffering & death. Because of the death burial and resurrection of the Lord Jesus Christ-not only was sin atoned-but the promise was given to God's redeemed that this life and all of the misery that most of the world deals with daily will end. This world and everything bad thing in it are temporary-very temporary.
I am grieved when I see Christians who have it so good here-in this world-that they do not look for and anxiously await the return of Christ. May we never forget that the end of the world is approaching-whatever your eschatological view. Those that love His appearing seem to be few-imo. We must treasure not just our salvation from sin-but also the coming of the Lord(or our going to Him) above all. The truth is that for those of us who love God-who joy in Christ and his redemption-the very best is yet to come!
I am thankful that those dear little kittens started me meditating and pondering truths that are priceless treasures. It is our duty to support in every way possible the Gospel being published to this dying world. Quite honestly-the Gospel is the only good news that our sin filled and suffering world must hear.
I am a wife, mother, homemaker,Women's Bible study teacher and very amateur theology buff. I am a sinner(a fact I am reminded of daily) who has been saved by a great Savior. I have named my blog "A Good Finish" because how you finish your Christian life is really more important than how you started it(especially as you near the end of your days on earth). Paul said it this way "I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith". I really can't say it any better than that. It is my desire to have a strong finish. Old saints should glow with the glory of a life lived with and for their Lord. That is my prayer and my desire but not always my reality!