August 3, 2006

• Ozzie’s Praise

  You can hear it as soon as
  you walk in the barn – a low rumble coming from somewhere amidst the
  hay and buckets.  If you wait a few seconds the source of the
  rumble, a small orange tom-kitten named Ozzie, will come out to greet
  you.  Most kittens purr when you pet them, pick them up or cuddle
  them.  Ozzie purrs almost all the time, whether anyone is there or
  not, whether someone is petting him or not.  He just purrs because
  he’s happy with life. 

  It makes me smile to hear him purring.  I care about my animals
  and it makes me happy when they are happy.  His purring tells me
  that he thinks he’s got a pretty great life here in our barn, as part
  of our “family”. 

  God must feel that way about us.  The book of Hebrews draws to a close with these words:  “Through Him, then, let us continually
  offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, the fruit of lips that give
  thanks to His name.”  Continually offering up a sacrifice of
  praise to God is, in effect, sort of like purring – letting God know
  I’m happy with the life He’s chosen for me, the redemption He’s given
  me.   Recognizing Him as the source of my contentment, the
  wellspring of my unquenchable joy, no matter what my circumstances.

  I think God smiles when He hears Ozzie purring.  “All His creatures praise Him…”
  

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