My very first pet was a cat named Puff. He was cool and aloof, and he liked me. He did not even scratch me when I held him by the throat. I did not know that I was choking him. He must have been able to sense the love.
One day Puff did not show up when I went outside to feed him. That was odd, because he alwaysshowed up at supper time. So, I broke THE cardinal rule that my mom had set for me – “Do not cross the creek for any reason!” I am not sure why that was such a big deal since the creek was only about six inches deep and about a yard wide. But my cat was missing so I took my Indiana Jones self, put on my cowboy boots and my favorite pair of shorts and crossed the creek and prepared myself for the long journey to the tobacco barn. It was about fifty yards away.
What I found inside the dark, musty old barn was a revelation to me. Lying there on the floor was Puff! Puff was a perfect name for him too, because he was all covered with soot and was a lot fatter than usual. In fact, he was about to burst. Pleased with my discovery and confident that my mom would be proud, I grabbed the bloated feline by the tail and dragged him down the hill, across the creek, and up to the step by the back door of our house. “Mom,” I shouted proudly, “I found Puff!”
I wish you could have seen her face. It was a mixture of horror, disgust, confusion, and prayerful reflection, as in, “Oh God, why me?” She was very spiritual. Mom did the best she could to explain death, that Puff was no longer with us, and that I should immediately, but gently, drop the cat before it exploded all over my favorite cowboy boots. She did a great job as the undertaker/minister. Finer words have never been said over a dead cat. Puff was buried with grace and dignity. My mom thought it was over.
Imagine her bewilderment when I came to the back door about three days later and asked, “Why are there worms in my cat?” Now there is a Hallmark moment for you. I had such a positive influence on my mom. She prayed in my presence a lot. She was always saying, “Dear God.” She was such a good role model.
You need to quit digging up things too. Past hurts, past failures, and past sins need to be buried under the forgiving blood of Jesus Christ and left there. Digging them up always stinks. It shackles you to your past rather than to your future. Everybody has past hurts, failures, and sins. Acknowledge them, ask for forgiveness, release forgiveness to others, and leave them in the past. God only uses broken people anyway. Being broken makes you depend on God and helps you understand others better. Burying the past heals the cracks in your life and allows you accomplish God’s mission for your life.
So, let’s stop digging up past hurts, failures, sins…and cats. Everybody will be much happier, and it smells better.