Cheshire Cat Theology ~ The Mouse Police

Greetings Dear Reader,

I am allergic to cats but there are many things that I admire about them.  If you have read Sheetrock on the Road, you know that we have an odd relationship.  The cats in our conflict are the aggressors.  Except for a couple, every cat I have encountered rubs against me claiming me as his or her own.

Watching cats over my lifetime has taught me a great deal about them and their Creator.  It has impacted my attitude about them.  I used to think of cats as part of the curse.  I have come to appreciate their design and skill.  Their math skills alone astound me.

The thing I most like about cats is their vigilance.  They are always watching.  Even when they sleep, it is more like a reverie than the way in which we slumber.  They are instantly alert and ready when their senses tell them to be.  It is this thought that I wish to incorporate into my Cheshire Cat Theology.

We are intended to learn about the Father from his creation.  That which I learn from cats must include vigilance.  We are to always be aware of our surroundings as we journey home.  We may lie in the sun for a bit or stretch out in a comfy spot.  We might find a cozy place that to others seems odd.  Vigilance must be a part of it all. 

We are meant to follow Christ and be constantly on the alert for things that will distract us from or aid us in that endeavor.  Even when resting we are to be aware; we are to be on alert for danger from that which would prevent us and opportunity to share our journey.  As mentioned earlier in this series, we are to have our ears up and always on the hunt.

Even when we are successful in the hunt, we must include others in the spoils of our vigilance.  We must warn and inform when we see what others do not.  We must share all good things that result from our vigilance.  We must advise against those things that detract from the journey.

In our Cheshire Cat Theology, constant vigilance must be founded in love and grace.  If not, we become cold sentinels that judge instead of nurturing.  We fail to bring others with us along the way.  We, like the cat, claw at those who love us because we are displeased for reasons they do not perceive.  Even the vigilance of the cat must be tempered by kindness, grace, and mercy.  What we leave on the doorstep is to be offerings of those very attributes.  Iin showing them to others, Dear Reader, we render them as gifts to the Father.

And the Mouse Police Never Sleeps – Jethro Tull

Muscled, black with steel green eye
Swishing through the ryegrass
With thoughts of mouse and apple pie
Tail balancing at half-mast
And the mouse police never sleeps
Lying in the cherry tree

Savage bed foot warmer
Of purest feline ancestry
Look out, little furry folk
He's the all-night working cat
Eats but one in every ten
Leaves the others on the mat
And the mouse police never sleeps
Waiting by the cellar door

Window-box town crier
Birth and death registrar
With claws that rake a furrow red
Licensed to mutilate
From warm milk on a lazy day
To dawn patrol on hungry hate
No, the mouse police never sleeps
Climbing on the ivy

Windy roof-top weathercock
Warm-blooded night on a cold tile
The mouse police never sleeps
The mouse police never sleeps
The mouse police never sleeps

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”
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Every human story is part of the great story that leads to the Father getting everything back to Good.

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“Windy roof-top weathercock.  Warm-blooded night on a cold tile, the mouse police never sleeps… “