See that great big black cat sleeping with his best friend, the pit bull, on the sofa?
That big cat, some months ago, was Jax the little kitten, picked up by my stepdaughter Georgia in the middle of a storm, adopted, and found to be at death’s door, due to a serious blood condition requiring immediate treatment–including a transfusion of very rare donor blood, etc.
Many of us prayed for Jax, and now you can see the result.
It’s become fashionable these days, in a fallen world populated by sinners who have free will and atrociously abuse it, to say that prayer is futile, waste of breath, just won’t work–even some who call themselves Christians are saying that prayer is just a waste of time. And who has never had that thought cross his mind?
But this fine healthy cat is here because a woman had compassion on him, and acted on it, and because God heard our prayers and did the rest.
Rejoice, give thanks, and sing.