The Visitor

     One fall afternoon, I walked to our mailbox, to get the mail. When I returned, our cat was sitting on the deck, by our back door.  He had been missing for two months.  He, "meowed" at me.  I said, "hey" back to him.

      ( I thought, he must be hungry!)  I hurried inside, and opened, a can of cat food. I scraped some food in a bowl, and raced outside, with the food.  It  started pouring down rain. The cat was gone.  I called  him several times. Ceasar didn't come back that day. 

     This story reminds me of Mary and Martha in Luke chapter 10 verses 38-42. Jesus visited Martha in her home.  Martha was busy preparing and serving food.  Her sister Mary sat at the feet of Jesus and heard his word. 

     Martha missed out on spending time with Jesus.  I was like Martha when Ceasar came for a visit.