What My Black Cat Taught Me
I signed in Bella’s name when we arrived at the Pet Clinic and I sat down. The clinic’s next appointment arrived, a blonde woman also with a cat; she sat right next to me.
The friendly blonde asked me: “Is that a black cat in your carrier?” I answered that she is a female black cat and the last chosen from a litter of kittens that we adopted last year.
The blonde bent over her cat carrier and opened the door lifting out a beautiful black female cat. Then she said: “Black cats and dogs are least adopted so I only adopt black cats.”
“Really, I wondered why people bypass black cats and dogs. I never heard that before,” I answered.
Just then, they called Bella’s name and we were led into the exam room. I have no reason to doubt the blonde’s research. Our conversation got me thinking, however, about favoritism and adoption.
8 This means that it is not the children of the flesh who are the children of God, but the children of the promise are counted as offspring.
Children of the promise, imagine that! We become God’s children when we give our lives over to Him and we inherit the promise. We are the children who believe His Word! I love to think about all the promises in the Bible that are mine to have because I’ve been adopted in the family!
I do not believe in replacement theology. The Jews are God’s chosen but some do not believe His promise, the Messiah.
For God shows no partiality.
There we have it! No favoritism. Unlike adoption at the pet clinic, Father God doesn’t care what color we are or what we look like. He is Father to all of us.
Funny how I arrived at the pet clinic never expecting I would be thinking of adoption and favoritism. My thoughts run deep as I consider all that God has done for me!