Every now and again...
Every now and again, I get something right. Not often, it seems, but every now and again....
The tool I use to write the blog comes with some fancy features. I can't drill down to IP addresses or locations other than countries where folks are from that view my blog or what time of day, but I can tell what posts are being read. Surprisingly to me, one of the more popular posts is the one I wrote the day that Simba, (RIP Ba) passed away. I titled the post An object lesson in loving your enemy.
Apparently there aren't a lot of object lessons on loving your enemy out there because if you do a google search for this subject, my blog pops up and someone will read that post. I'm thinking of rewriting it, because on the day it was written, it was written just to the regular blog audience who I'd written about Simba to before. Y'all knew the story of him trying to poop in my shoe. You already knew the loathing this pussycat had for me. Y'all knew the drama about Wendi and I and that Ba was her meow-meow. OK, Wendi was Simba's human. That's a more accurate statement.
I think a much better object would be the countless victims of crime that have forgiven their transgressors and a story about a pussycat and I really falls short of that. That's real forgiveness. The point of my story was that God can use something as small as a cat to show you that your heart has changed and that love can and should go forward into humanity.
There's a lot I could add to that little post that might clear up some things for whoever reads it and I'm really considering it because someone looks at that post about once a week. On the flip side, making it more readable could have the potential to add fuel to a fire of anger and hate that no matter what I do, seems to rage on and on. It's kinda hard to tell one story without at least touching on the other, so maybe I'll leave it as is.
I share this story today for one simple reason and it's this. Maybe someone who reads that story, even as-is can see how God can take something small (OK, until Simba was 20 years old, small is not an adjective you'd use about Ba) like a seemingly meaningless story about a man and a cat and use it to His glory.
And to whoever reads the post, I hope it does just that.
The tool I use to write the blog comes with some fancy features. I can't drill down to IP addresses or locations other than countries where folks are from that view my blog or what time of day, but I can tell what posts are being read. Surprisingly to me, one of the more popular posts is the one I wrote the day that Simba, (RIP Ba) passed away. I titled the post An object lesson in loving your enemy.
Apparently there aren't a lot of object lessons on loving your enemy out there because if you do a google search for this subject, my blog pops up and someone will read that post. I'm thinking of rewriting it, because on the day it was written, it was written just to the regular blog audience who I'd written about Simba to before. Y'all knew the story of him trying to poop in my shoe. You already knew the loathing this pussycat had for me. Y'all knew the drama about Wendi and I and that Ba was her meow-meow. OK, Wendi was Simba's human. That's a more accurate statement.
I think a much better object would be the countless victims of crime that have forgiven their transgressors and a story about a pussycat and I really falls short of that. That's real forgiveness. The point of my story was that God can use something as small as a cat to show you that your heart has changed and that love can and should go forward into humanity.
There's a lot I could add to that little post that might clear up some things for whoever reads it and I'm really considering it because someone looks at that post about once a week. On the flip side, making it more readable could have the potential to add fuel to a fire of anger and hate that no matter what I do, seems to rage on and on. It's kinda hard to tell one story without at least touching on the other, so maybe I'll leave it as is.
I share this story today for one simple reason and it's this. Maybe someone who reads that story, even as-is can see how God can take something small (OK, until Simba was 20 years old, small is not an adjective you'd use about Ba) like a seemingly meaningless story about a man and a cat and use it to His glory.
And to whoever reads the post, I hope it does just that.
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