Today she left us early for another meeting.
When she returned she told us that we were very fortunate to have a home and such fine care. Then she began her little sermon.
She told us that we live better than many people, especially those forced to leave their countries because of war, violence, hunger. She said sometimes these men, women, and children have no choice but to live like the stray animals we once were--hunted by those who prey on the vulnerable, desperately seeking food, shelter, water, with no one to call them by their true names, no one to remind them of their dignity, no one to invite them in out of the harsh reality of the world each night.
She told us it was important to remember that God became a traveller like that, an incarnate immigrant into this world named Jesus, and even though he was hunted down, he lived with a graciousness that knew no borders, and taught us how we could live like that too. That risen Spirit continues to live right here, she said, and begs us to see, to welcome the stranger with compassion.
So we are resolved to be more hospitable to all the neighbor cats who trespass on our territory. We are not ready to share our food yet, though. But we will remember all those people who seek safe journey and shelter tonight. They could have our food.
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