Infested

My poor old cat Thomas started to show the signs of trouble. You know what I mean . . He would start scratching behind the ears, then under the chin, He became anxious about everything around him, and would suddenly whirl about began licking everywhere he could reach. Yes, he had become a victim of fleas! When he was put out of the house, he ran to the sidewalk where he would hurl himself onto his back and roll feverishly. Fleas seem to know just how to find the place along the spine where the cat cannot reach. Thomas would roll over and over, back and forth, trying to find relief

I made a journey straight for the veterinarian’s office in a desperate effort to provide some help in time of need. After I returned home armed with weapons of mass destruction for fleas, I was faced with the reality that I had to find a way to get the “flea bomb” pill down the cat’s throat. His teeth are long, and sharp! This was not going to be pleasant for either of us! Still, it had to be done. I summoned my wife to the kitchen table, where I unceremoniously deposited the cat. In a few furious minutes, the deed was done, and with only a minimum of blood loss to me. I wish I could talk cat at times like this, so that he could now that this was an act of love, and not torture.

As I cleaned myself up, I though about how much we are like this poor cat. We are born into this world filled with the irritating “fleas” of sin. When we are infected by it, it becomes a distracting and irritating influence, about which we can do nothing. Try, as we may, no matter how hard we scratch or fight it, we are unable to rid ourselves of our condition! We would surely be consumed if it were not for compassionate and outside intervention. Our Lord Jesus has compassion on us and our condition, and has intervened on our behalf. He has provided the only workable remedy for our disease, sin. “Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.” (Isaiah 53:4, 5)

Just like Thomas the cat, we often find ourselves resisting the only remedy for our misery. I had to force the pill down the cat’s throat, but God does not operate that way. He does not force us to serve him or to accept is His grace and goodness. We often do not fully understand God’s purposes in our life, and are often distrusting and suspicious of His methods. Still He is always working for our eternal good, and the medicine He has given us through the sacrifice of His Son is sufficient to rid us of the sin problem. As we learn to trust our great physician, we will come to a greater understanding of the “scratches of our resistance” that He still bares for us in His own flesh.

Why not accept Jesus anew today and let Him deal with your sin problem? Do yourself a favor. Take the “pill!”

Matthew Andrew

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