There once was a puppy. His name was Action. Action lived up to his name. He wanted to run with the wind. He couldn't sit still. He had to constantly be moving. The faster he could run, the happier he became. As the pup grew, the energy and passion for running and leaping became greater inside him.
One day, while Action ran ferociously around his yard chasing the ducks overhead, a tiny kitten appeared in the window of the house where the puppy's People lived. The kitten was fluffy and white, with a sweet, gentle disposition. She watched Action intently from her window. Action was curious to know what the kitten was all about. He showed his interest by jumping at the window.
The kitten, whose name was Faith, didn't flinch or move a paw at Action's abrasive behavior. She simply watched him, eyes wide open, with great interest and complete confidence. Faith was secure, trusting the window and walls would do the job and keep Action from harming her. As the days went on, Action and Faith would watch each other with the window between them. Their People would sometimes allow them to meet together in the same space, but Action would have to have a leash to keep him from getting too close to Faith, as the people didn't quite trust him yet.
The People wondered what would happen, were Faith and Action left on their own together. Would Action bite his sharp teeth into Faith's tiny fur frame? They didn't dare risk that, they loved their Faith too much. So they kept them separated, with the exception of occasional meetings where Action would be on a leash. Faith grew more and more fond of Action, and sometimes she even approached him and kissed his nose. Action seemed to like the little greetings, but at times he would snap at the tiny kitty as if he were going to bite her. Faith seemed ready for Action. But Action wasn't so ready for Faith.
This little story is completely what I am living through right now with my yellow lab and my kitten. I just changed their names for the story, thinking of how everyday real life situations can make for interesting spiritual lessons. Some of us have faith and proclaim it loudly. Some of us are people of action and we're ready to take on the world. But do our actions and our faith play together and work together? Or do we tend to separate the two, for fear of something that might possibly happen?
Do we say we can do it all, "I am woman hear me ROAR" but refuse to trust anyone else to help us, or to trust in the might and goodness of God to help us? Or perhaps we have great faith, we even tell the world about it. But when we are in the "boat" floating on the sea, and we hear a still, small voice whisper to us, "Get out of the boat and walk on water," do we get out of the boat? Or do we simply stay comfortable in our seat, left to wonder what might have happened if we were to get out of that boat?
Back to the story...one day, the People will have to decide if they will allow Faith to meet Action. They hope the two will be great friends, that Action will get Faith to chase the ducks with him, and that Faith will get Action to be still and cuddle up with her peacefully.
May 2020 be the year where Faith and Action meet!