Christian Potpourri

I know I hurt him. I sat, full force, upon his little cat body. He ran as soon he could to the nearest hiding place.
I walked through the house calling to him, “Winston…Winston!”
He wouldn’t come to me and I wondered if he would ever forgive me.
I found him hiding under a bed. I took him his favorite cat treats to cajole him so he would let me pet him, but he wouldn’t. I felt awful that I had hurt him and I wasn’t able to communicate that to him.
Then, it wasn’t even fifteen minutes later and he came to me as if nothing had happened at all. His little cat brain had either forgotten it, or he had decided to forgive me. I kept looking at him expecting him to hiss at me or run the first time I extended my hand to pet him. He didn’t. It was if it had never happened. I believe Winston chose to forgive me.
And I pondered, “What must it be like to be able to forgive so easily?” “Would it be the same if I sat on him on a daily basis?” There is a sliding scale to injustice and how we forgive according to our scale. I’m not sure of Winston’s sliding scale, and I’m not going to sit on Winston every day to find out.
But I will think a bit about forgiveness and how the Lord wants me to do it and do it right, so that when someone sits on my pride, my ego, my ‘right’ to something, I can forgive. I will give up my right to hiss and run.
Excuse me while I find Winston and love on him a little. I find I appreciate him even more now that I am forgiven.