[kittens, people, and Holy Spirit]

[kittens, people, and Holy Spirit]

It was just like any other morning, I got into my friend’s Volkswagen to go to work. She lives about a block from me and usually picks me up.

We haven’t traveled more than few dozen feet when we passed a tiny little furry bundle laying right in the middle of a three-lane road. My friend and I stopped and looked back.

“Is it alive?”

The bundle moved.

A Mercedes and a couple of other cars swerved to avoid crushing it.

I got out of the car, looked around, and got to the kitten who was meowing frantically. Picking it up carefully, lest it gets scared even more than it already was, I gently carried it and put on the grass next to my apartment building.

A thought passed in my mind that I could actually take it home – it was close, but I was already in the car and we needed to get to work.

I kept thinking about that little gray kitten while at work and in the evening decided that I’m going to look for him – he was so small that he couldn’t get far, unless someone else took him.

Anticipating the idea of taking him home and at the same time fearful that even if I bring him home, Liz won’t be happy with the idea of another cat in the house besides her, I approached my apartment building. The kitten wasn’t anywhere near the building.

So I came home, opened the door, and greeted Liz, my 18-year-old cat and my only roommate.

I am on my way to the One who sent me. Not one of you has asked, ‘Where are you going?’ Instead, the longer I’ve talked, the sadder you’ve become. So let me say it again, this truth: It’s better for you that I leave. If I don’t leave, the Friend won’t come. But if I go, I’ll send him to you.

John 16:5-7

I kept thinking about the emotions of that kitten.

Mistakenly walking into the middle of the road, unsuspecting of any danger and then… WHOOSH! One car drove past… another one. Meowing for help, he froze, not sure what will happen next. More cars drove by.

Then someone comes, picks him up, and puts on grassy curb… and leaves.

Perhaps the disciples felt the same way when Jesus told them that he’s going away.

“What?! No. You can’t leave. You cannot die. We need you. We’ve left our lives to follow you. You cannot leave.”

His answers calms the storm of their worry.

“I will come back. And in the meantime, you won’t be alone either.”

He came to where we were, picked us up from the middle of a scary road, put us in a safe place, and left us with a Friend, as Message put it, until he comes back to take us home.

And he will come for us.

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