Spot asleep on a horse blanket, 2004
Did you ever really think about the horrors we (Adam) brought on creation when we disobeyed God and ate of the tree of knowledge?
Just think about it.
The entire universe and the world and everything in and on it was turned upside down.
Violence, terror, pain, struggle, anxiety, sadness, DEATH
The huge changes that was the curse on creation were just huge. Before this there was no violence, no terror, not pain, no struggle, no anxiety, no DEATH.
You could probably come up with more nouns to describe the changes in creation after the fall.
It was indescribable. No words can explain it.
And then, Jesus.
He promises to heal the broken-hearted and give us LIFE everlasting. Just follow him.
A site on Peter’s death made me think about this, along with the death of my cat, Spot, this week.
Spot lived with us indoors since spring of 2001. She had a good life. Fed well, had water and the occasional mouse that came into the house…
In 2008 when my mom and dad moved in with us, Spot took up residence in that mother-in-law suite. She came out only for her meals and to use her cat box. She stayed on my mom’s lap or on the bed during the day. Not sure where she slept at night. Then Daddy died. Spot was the living thing that remained with my mom all day long and all night long. I moved her cat box and water and food bowls into a storage room in the mother-in-law suite. Mom said she’d feed her and I took care of the cat box.
Spot stayed on mom’s lap and slept on her bed at night. Always. She rarely came out into the rest of the house even when mom’s door was open during the day. I believe God guided that cat. Mom felt so alone even living with us. We included her with us in everything we did but the loneliness without my dad was horrible for her. Spot really helped alleviate some of that. She was always there.
Mom died Sept 22, 2013. Spot continued to sleep on mom’s bed and I continued to feed her in that storage room. She came out during the day swatted at the dogs, laid in the sun by the window, did some hunting down stairs, followed me around the house when I was doing chores. She even started following us outside onto the deck when we sat out for coffee. But I always made sure she was back in the house safely.
This past Monday night I had to go out onto the deck to cover the grill I had used for dinner. It was dark. I think Spot must have followed me out and I didn’t notice. I covered the grill and went back inside, locking the door and closing the draperies. In the morning we couldn’t find Spot. We looked everywhere. She always came when I called her. No Spot. We wondered if she had gotten outside so looked all over outside, down in the barn…
Then I saw the spots. On the deck next to the door were blood drops on the wood and a splinter of wood was missing. The drops didn’t go anywhere Just a bunch of small red drops all together and 2 big drops and nothing.
A hawk got her.
I was so sick. I failed taking care of my Spot. I just hoped she didn’t suffer too terribly but knew it must be over. Hawks eat their prey alive.
In my depression I began to think about the horrible state of our world. It’s truly a horror. We may think we’re safe physically but we never are. A lot of the world and sky is beautiful but the horrors lurking everywhere are very real.
“The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed. For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God.”
(Romans 8:19–21 NIV)
As nature shared in the curse and now shares in the pain, so it will also share in the glory. Hence the creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed.
God gave me this view of our fallen world. It makes me even more eager to help others believe in Jesus.
I’m still very depressed and miss Spot a lot. And I feel so guilty. But it made me realize how bad things really are.
One more thing.
I decided to post this after reading this account of Peter’s death: http://seanmcdowell.org/blog/was-peter-crucified-upside-down