Memoir: Chapter 1
- By The Barn Cat
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Chapter 2: Chicken and Dumplins’
At once he began to preach in the synagogues that Jesus is the Son of God. Acts 9:20
Most southerners like chicken and dumplins’. I hear a lot of people going to Cracker Barrel for their famous dish. I like mine truly homemade. There is nothing more comforting that preparing the chicken and dumplins’ on a cool fall night when the steam from the big pot creates condensation on the windows in the kitchen. The smell of the chicken broth wafting through the house and the anticipation of the warm cooked dough sliding down to fill your belly. Did you know barn cats like chicken and dumplins’ too?
It wasn’t long after the girls started visiting the farm to see “mama cat” and her kittens that they decided they should bring them home for a visit. My oldest daughter drove the girls to my husband’s parents for visitation and home again. That night she pulled into our driveway with two extra passengers. As I always did, I met them at the front door. When I saw that my youngest two daughters each had a kitten in their hands I was filled with rage. I turned around and went back into the house without saying a word. I’m sure the girls knew I was angry. That was a regular occurrence during those days. I hate that they must have felt responsible for my emotions. “Mom! Look! Biggie and Smokey are here to spend the night!” All I could think was that my husband let the girls bring home two kittens to nurse his own guilt. Here I was alone, with four kids and a dog. How was I supposed to take care of anything else? Especially cats from the farm where he was living with another woman. How could he ask anymore of me? I was furious with him. Too furious to see how excited the girls were. Too angry to see how hurt they were. Too self-absorbed with my own unhappiness to see that they needed this. It was an attempt to fill their own void. I agreed to one night only.
I don’t remember the specifics now of how Biggie and Smokey ended up staying longer than the one night. But, I do remember resenting them. My girls will tell the story about how I made them stay in the garage. Until one evening. The kids had gone for their weekly visitation and I was in the kitchen making chicken and dumplins’. Steam filled the kitchen and made it warm and cozy. Biggie jumped on the kitchen counter looking to grab a piece of the chicken he smelled. I swatted him down and yelled at him. He sat at my feet while I finished cooking dinner. He didn’t move, just watched me. As a middle school teacher, I knew the importance of patience. I acknowledged that Biggie was sitting at my feet, waiting with patience for the chicken he failed to swipe. I appreciated his good manners. My teaching philosophy is firmly rooted in positive behavior interventions. For good behavior, you are rewarded. So, I decided that Biggie should be rewarded with a piece of chicken.
The girls arrived home expecting to find the kittens in the garage where they were banished. They expected to find an angry mom. They were surprised when they found their mama sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor feeding the kittens chicken and dumplins’. They came and sat with us and we watched and laughed as the kittens licked their paws after their plates were cleaned. I was so angry that I couldn’t feel any other emotions. That night as Biggie and I sat together on the kitchen floor and my anger subsided for a brief moment, I realized that I was lonely. So very lonely. Yes, I had four kids and their friends and a dog and two kittens. But, I was alone. Alone with the hurt that I couldn’t share. Alone with the fear that tormented my mind. Alone with the betrayal that filled my soul. I was alone. But, on that night Biggie was there to fill a void. Was I truly alone? No, God was with me every second. But, in those moments, I couldn’t feel His presence. So, He sent a farm cat.
The story of Saul's transformation into Paul is a powerful example of a profound change of heart and mind, illustrating the transformative power of encountering God and embracing a new understanding. Saul of Tarsus was a fervent Pharisee, known for his zealous persecution of early Christians. He believed that the followers of Jesus were blasphemers who needed to be stopped. Saul's dedication to eradicating the Christian movement was so intense that he went from house to house, dragging out both men and women and throwing them into prison.
One day, Saul obtained letters from the high priest, giving him the authority to arrest any Christians he found in the city of Damascus and bring them back to Jerusalem in chains. Armed with these letters, Saul set out for Damascus, determined to destroy the fledgling Christian community there. As Saul neared Damascus, something extraordinary happened. A bright light from heaven suddenly flashed around him, causing him to fall to the ground. He heard a voice saying, "Saul, Saul, why are you persecuting me?" Saul asked, "Who are you, Lord?" The voice replied, "I am Jesus, whom you are persecuting. Now get up and go into the city, and you will be told what you must do." Saul's companions stood speechless, hearing the sound but seeing no one. When Saul got up from the ground, he found that he was blind. His companions led him by the hand into Damascus, where he remained blind for three days, neither eating nor drinking.
In Damascus, there was a disciple named Ananias. The Lord spoke to Ananias in a vision, instructing him to go to the house where Saul was staying. Ananias was understandably hesitant, knowing Saul's reputation as a fierce persecutor of Christians. But the Lord reassured him, saying, "Go! This man is my chosen instrument to proclaim my name to the Gentiles and their kings and to the people of Israel. I will show him how much he must suffer for my name."
Ananias obeyed and went to the house. He placed his hands on Saul and said, "Brother Saul, the Lord—Jesus, who appeared to you on the road as you were coming here—has sent me so that you may see again and be filled with the Holy Spirit." Immediately, something like scales fell from Saul's eyes, and he could see again. He got up, was baptized, and after taking some food, regained his strength. “At once he began to preach in the synagogues that Jesus is the Son of God." Acts 9:20 (NIV)
Saul's transformation was complete. He stayed with the disciples in Damascus for several days and began to preach in the synagogues that Jesus is the Son of God. All who heard him were amazed, asking, "Isn't he the man who caused havoc in Jerusalem among those who call on this name? And hasn't he come here to take them as prisoners to the chief priests?" But Saul grew more and more powerful and baffled the Jews living in Damascus by proving that Jesus is the Messiah. Saul's name was later changed to Paul, and he became one of the most influential apostles, spreading the message of Christianity far and wide. His letters to various Christian communities form a significant portion of the New Testament and continue to be foundational texts for Christians around the world.
God changed Saul. God changed me. On that fall evening, I changed my mind about a kitten that God had sent to show me I was not alone. He used Biggie to soften my heart. If God had not sent a farm cat to live with me, my heart may have remained hardened. How would that have affected my children? Would they have turned out the way they did? Thank you, God, for prompting me to cook chicken and dumplins’ that night. Thank you, God, for placing Biggie in my life. Thank you, for filling the void of my loneliness. Thank you, for changing my heart. Thank you.
At once he began to preach in the synagogues that Jesus is the Son of God. Acts 9:20
Most southerners like chicken and dumplins’. I hear a lot of people going to Cracker Barrel for their famous dish. I like mine truly homemade. There is nothing more comforting that preparing the chicken and dumplins’ on a cool fall night when the steam from the big pot creates condensation on the windows in the kitchen. The smell of the chicken broth wafting through the house and the anticipation of the warm cooked dough sliding down to fill your belly. Did you know barn cats like chicken and dumplins’ too?
It wasn’t long after the girls started visiting the farm to see “mama cat” and her kittens that they decided they should bring them home for a visit. My oldest daughter drove the girls to my husband’s parents for visitation and home again. That night she pulled into our driveway with two extra passengers. As I always did, I met them at the front door. When I saw that my youngest two daughters each had a kitten in their hands I was filled with rage. I turned around and went back into the house without saying a word. I’m sure the girls knew I was angry. That was a regular occurrence during those days. I hate that they must have felt responsible for my emotions. “Mom! Look! Biggie and Smokey are here to spend the night!” All I could think was that my husband let the girls bring home two kittens to nurse his own guilt. Here I was alone, with four kids and a dog. How was I supposed to take care of anything else? Especially cats from the farm where he was living with another woman. How could he ask anymore of me? I was furious with him. Too furious to see how excited the girls were. Too angry to see how hurt they were. Too self-absorbed with my own unhappiness to see that they needed this. It was an attempt to fill their own void. I agreed to one night only.
I don’t remember the specifics now of how Biggie and Smokey ended up staying longer than the one night. But, I do remember resenting them. My girls will tell the story about how I made them stay in the garage. Until one evening. The kids had gone for their weekly visitation and I was in the kitchen making chicken and dumplins’. Steam filled the kitchen and made it warm and cozy. Biggie jumped on the kitchen counter looking to grab a piece of the chicken he smelled. I swatted him down and yelled at him. He sat at my feet while I finished cooking dinner. He didn’t move, just watched me. As a middle school teacher, I knew the importance of patience. I acknowledged that Biggie was sitting at my feet, waiting with patience for the chicken he failed to swipe. I appreciated his good manners. My teaching philosophy is firmly rooted in positive behavior interventions. For good behavior, you are rewarded. So, I decided that Biggie should be rewarded with a piece of chicken.
The girls arrived home expecting to find the kittens in the garage where they were banished. They expected to find an angry mom. They were surprised when they found their mama sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor feeding the kittens chicken and dumplins’. They came and sat with us and we watched and laughed as the kittens licked their paws after their plates were cleaned. I was so angry that I couldn’t feel any other emotions. That night as Biggie and I sat together on the kitchen floor and my anger subsided for a brief moment, I realized that I was lonely. So very lonely. Yes, I had four kids and their friends and a dog and two kittens. But, I was alone. Alone with the hurt that I couldn’t share. Alone with the fear that tormented my mind. Alone with the betrayal that filled my soul. I was alone. But, on that night Biggie was there to fill a void. Was I truly alone? No, God was with me every second. But, in those moments, I couldn’t feel His presence. So, He sent a farm cat.
The story of Saul's transformation into Paul is a powerful example of a profound change of heart and mind, illustrating the transformative power of encountering God and embracing a new understanding. Saul of Tarsus was a fervent Pharisee, known for his zealous persecution of early Christians. He believed that the followers of Jesus were blasphemers who needed to be stopped. Saul's dedication to eradicating the Christian movement was so intense that he went from house to house, dragging out both men and women and throwing them into prison.
One day, Saul obtained letters from the high priest, giving him the authority to arrest any Christians he found in the city of Damascus and bring them back to Jerusalem in chains. Armed with these letters, Saul set out for Damascus, determined to destroy the fledgling Christian community there. As Saul neared Damascus, something extraordinary happened. A bright light from heaven suddenly flashed around him, causing him to fall to the ground. He heard a voice saying, "Saul, Saul, why are you persecuting me?" Saul asked, "Who are you, Lord?" The voice replied, "I am Jesus, whom you are persecuting. Now get up and go into the city, and you will be told what you must do." Saul's companions stood speechless, hearing the sound but seeing no one. When Saul got up from the ground, he found that he was blind. His companions led him by the hand into Damascus, where he remained blind for three days, neither eating nor drinking.
In Damascus, there was a disciple named Ananias. The Lord spoke to Ananias in a vision, instructing him to go to the house where Saul was staying. Ananias was understandably hesitant, knowing Saul's reputation as a fierce persecutor of Christians. But the Lord reassured him, saying, "Go! This man is my chosen instrument to proclaim my name to the Gentiles and their kings and to the people of Israel. I will show him how much he must suffer for my name."
Ananias obeyed and went to the house. He placed his hands on Saul and said, "Brother Saul, the Lord—Jesus, who appeared to you on the road as you were coming here—has sent me so that you may see again and be filled with the Holy Spirit." Immediately, something like scales fell from Saul's eyes, and he could see again. He got up, was baptized, and after taking some food, regained his strength. “At once he began to preach in the synagogues that Jesus is the Son of God." Acts 9:20 (NIV)
Saul's transformation was complete. He stayed with the disciples in Damascus for several days and began to preach in the synagogues that Jesus is the Son of God. All who heard him were amazed, asking, "Isn't he the man who caused havoc in Jerusalem among those who call on this name? And hasn't he come here to take them as prisoners to the chief priests?" But Saul grew more and more powerful and baffled the Jews living in Damascus by proving that Jesus is the Messiah. Saul's name was later changed to Paul, and he became one of the most influential apostles, spreading the message of Christianity far and wide. His letters to various Christian communities form a significant portion of the New Testament and continue to be foundational texts for Christians around the world.
God changed Saul. God changed me. On that fall evening, I changed my mind about a kitten that God had sent to show me I was not alone. He used Biggie to soften my heart. If God had not sent a farm cat to live with me, my heart may have remained hardened. How would that have affected my children? Would they have turned out the way they did? Thank you, God, for prompting me to cook chicken and dumplins’ that night. Thank you, God, for placing Biggie in my life. Thank you, for filling the void of my loneliness. Thank you, for changing my heart. Thank you.
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