I stood in the kitchen preparing lunch for Aspen.  Kitty mewed plaintively several times.  I interpreted her “Meow” to mean “Feed me, I’m hungry”.  I non-sympathetically told her to eat the food in her dish because that’s all she was getting.  I had already put food in her dish early that morning.  But, she didn’t want her good-for-her-non-stinky-cat-food, she wanted her dry cat food that she had been eating for several days while we were out-of-town.

I feed our cat a frozen cat food that eliminates litter box odors.  After a few days eating dry cat food her litter box reeks.  Kitty does not appreciate our sensitivity to her litter box odors and will go on an eating strike when we return home and I put the frozen food in her dish.

I can identify with kitty in this story.  I’m sure there are plenty of times when God sets a great meal in front of me and I refuse to eat it because I want something else.  It doesn’t matter if it’s not good for me and will make my life stink.  David pursuing Bathsheba, and Samson insisting on his relationship with Delilah are two Biblical examples of living like kitty.  I become aggravated when kitty refuses to eat the good food I have set before her.  I wonder if God sighs in exasperation when I become stubborn once again and refuse the good He has set before me.  Why do I refuse the good that God offers, that He can only offer because He sent His son to die on the cross for me?

Imagine sitting in a church waiting for the bride to enter.  The groom stands at the front of the church awaiting his true love.  Finally, the organ music begins and everyone stands as the bride enters on the arm of her father.  She smiles at the groom, takes a few steps, then notices a former boyfriend sitting amongst the attendees.  She drops her fathers arms and rushes over to greet him.  They exchange a hug and chat for a few minutes.  The groom clears his throat and she glances over at him.  She hugs her former boyfriend once again and takes her father’s arm to begin the walk up the church aisle.  Imagine this same scenario repeating itself every few steps down the aisle.

I do enjoy driving my husband’s car with the turbo-ized engine.  It is so much fun to drive fast.  I’m sure many of you enjoy driving over the speed limit as well.

So, what does a turbo-ized engine and wedding have to do with each other?  Just this:

Most of the time as humans we are in a hurry to go somewhere, to do something.  Why then is it that, when it comes to a relationship with Jesus,  we drag out feet, stopping to visit with old attractions before taking a few more steps only to be distracted, slowed down and delayed on our way to a real relationship with God?