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Parables
of the Pastor’s Cats
The Cat Who Would Be
King
When the kittens arrived,
he was furious. He wasn't much older himself, but in those few extra
months he had taken charge of the barnyard. The oldest of the tomcats,
and the toughest.
He spent his time beating up on the other cats, a practice that we
strenuously discouraged, without any success. It was all part of the
process of becoming king, and he took it seriously.

Who thought the littles
kittens would be a threat to his reign.
They were little more than
wriggling furballs at first, and they drove him crazy. He would peer
into the box and hiss at the little shadows inside. When the kittens
grew old enough to venture out, the tomcat lurked just out of range and
made all sorts of threatening sounds.
And when he found kittens at the food dish, when they were old enough
to toddle up to the bowl, he would haul off and swat them with a paw,
knocking them off their feet.
I can't explain why this is normal tomcat behavior. It seems a little
silly.
But the Bible
tells a story with the same character, a silly tyrant who lashes out in
fear of the smallest child. You can find it in the midst of the account
of the first Christmas.
The
mysterious magi encounter an insecure king who is threatened by the
mere rumor of a baby born in Bethlehem. So he hisses and bares his
claws, and in the end his rage consumes a
generation of children.
What an awful anger. What hurtful pride.
But it's no accident that the birth of Jesus takes place against the
backdrop of such cruelty. That's the reason he came. The world is a
broken place. It needed a savior.
It still does.
So Herod found a particular place in the Christmas story.
Herod is the king
who cannot hold onto his own kingdom. And Jesus is the child who rules
wherever ordinary souls will recieve him as king.
(You can read the story of Herod, the
despicable king, in Matthew 2:1-18.)
Open my eyes so that I might see great and
wonderful things in your word.
Psalm 119:18
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