Something was crying. Not crying softly and gently, trying to smother its cries, but crying wildly, desperately, shrieking a distress too great to be borne.
The patients in the doctor’s office looked at each other in dismay. Who? Or what? And where was it? Where were those awful shrieks coming from?
It was not in the doctor’s office. There were no desperate patients there! All was new and shiny clean in the newly renovated bank building. Nothing was screaming there!
At last they traced the shrieks to the transport tubes leading out to the old drive-through stands. They identified the sounds; a tiny kitten was trapped inside. Ah...this would be easy! Just reach into the tube and get the little thing. The tube was four inches wide, but twenty-two feet long. Then they tried a medical instrument, made to shine a light down a human windpipe. No success. Could they make a hole in the top of the pipe? The pipe was buried beneath three feet of concrete.
By this time the fire-rescue truck was there with two trained rescue medics. The little kitten continued to wail.
There were two wires in the tube, wires used to transport documents and money from one building to the other. One of the firemen fastened a red plastic cup to one end of a wire, and the other man gently pulled the other end of the wire. The kitten was caught in the cup and carefully and gently pulled to the other end of the tube and delivered to the doctor’s office.
Then what a change for the little calico cat! They gave her oxygen, fed her with a syringe, and cleaned her face. Never had she been so cared for in her whole one day of existence.
Her eyes were not open yet, but she could feel the warmth, the comfort, the satisfied hunger, and, yes, the love that saved and cared for her. She went home with one of the women in the doctor’s office. She said, “She can really scream for such a little one!”
Blind, and without any strength of her own, she cried-and was heard. That is a picture of us as human beings: Blind and helpless, there is nothing we can do for ourselves but cry to Him who has done all we could ever need, and done it forever.
When Jesus died on the cross, it was a sacrifice great enough to cover the whole human race, if they would accept it. But so many, many have said as the Jews of old, “Away with Him”, “we will not have this man to reign over us.” And they refused the one and only Savior.
How much better to be like little Teller (that is the name they gave to the little kitten found in the renovated bank) and accept all the kindness and mercy which He showers down on those who trust in Him.
All He asks of us is to believe and trust and accept all His kindness. The reward is immeasurable: “As many as received Him, to them gave He power to become the sons of God.” Adopted into His family, received at last into His own home: Think of it!