Yep. You read that right.
Felix is a neighborhood cat who adopted us about a year and a half ago. He is at our house a LOT. He mostly likes to hang out on our front porch and revel in the sunshine. Oh, and to cry until I come outside and spend time loving on him. And, of course, to get me to feed him.
Felix is very consistent, and has learned to tell when we are home, me especially. He even recognizes our car pulling into the driveway. We have a routine. Early in the morning, as soon as he hears me up and about, he will “greet” me. Loudly. Until I head outside and pet him and talk to him. Once I’ve determined I have spent enough time, I go into the house and go to the back porch where he then appears moments later, ready for me to feed him. And we repeat the process again at night. I’m convinced that he enjoys hearing me talk, but that could just be me.
So what does that have to do with the title of this post? Let me tell you. . .
Today is one of my favorite days of the year. Christmas. It is no longer a day filled with presents and family, because family (other than my dear husband) is scattered all over the country. Unlike many believe, Christmas isn’t special because of family or presents. It is all about God the Son coming to Earth, as a humble baby, prepared to grow into a man and offer Himself through a cruel death on the cross and to rise again from the dead three days later so we might be forgiven of our sins. And though the day of His birth may or may not be on Christmas day, it is a great day to remember what He has done for me.
I woke up early today, as usual, and was greeted by my friend Felix. When I went outside to say hello, I was overflowing with joy about my Savior and just started to tell Felix the Christmas story from Luke. It wasn’t planned – it just happened. He didn’t react much, and was actually a little indifferent, maybe it was the realization that this good news is for all of mankind, not cats. 🙂
But, I was laughing at myself a little later when I realized that this was actually a really good thing I did. Just like the shepherds were so excited to meet the Savior that they went and told everyone they met (and from what I could tell, they went out of their way to find people to tell), it is important for us to tell everyone the Good News of Jesus. Sharing the Gospel at every opportunity is our calling as children of God. Not necessarily sharing with animals, but practice never hurt anyone, did it?
When was the last time you shared the Gospel with someone else?
I pray that this Christmas you are blessed and that you are so excited about what Jesus has done for you that you can’t help but tell the people you see about Him.
Merry Christmas, and may God richly bless you!