Parables of the Pastor’s Cats

We were walking in the grove of trees on the west side of the acreage. Some old slabs of broken concrete had been piled up, forming a maze of tunnels.

A litter of tiny kittens peeked out at the world outside, then scurried back into the safety of the maze.

And I thought, “He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock.”  

It was an old reference to a song that I learned years ago. As I watched those kittens climb and hide and play, I wondered how many stories in their lives might trigger a familiar truth in mine.

To see the rest of this story, follow this link. Or choose another parable from the list below, all taken from the lives of a few barn cats on a farm in South Dakota.