Years ago, we packed up our little family and a friend who sang with us in a trio, and went to visit some dear friends who had moved to another state. We had been invited to sing at their church. It was a great opportunity to minister for the Lord, and have a couple of days of long overdue fellowship with them. They now had a few cows that provided their milk, and my friend, Cil, was making her own butter etc. Being an avid baker, she had promised us some pies while we were there.
When we arrived she had all the pie ingredients laid out on the counter, ready to begin. After we had visited for a bit and settled in, she began her pie project and realized that one of the containers of cream had soured. Setting it aside, she grabbed another container that was fresh, and carried on, as our men went off to “play” outside.
What began as dessert for our evening meal, was about to take a very dastardly turn. Back in the day, (those days, to be specific) we lived for practical jokes. My fun-loving husband, John, had expressed many times how much he loved watching the “pie in the face” pranks. He fancied that he might even like being hit with one. After all, he likes whipped cream! So while the pie shells for our banana cream pie baked in the oven, Cil, myself, and my other friend, Lynn, managed to cook up a little surprise pie, made especially for him. The only thing that might have held us back was that she had used up all the good cream on the good pies. There was just the somewhat soured cream left. Now, that would have been enough to derail the plans of lesser committed women, but not us. After all, it wasn’t curdling yet . . . just a little sour. “Whip ‘er up!” The cream was whipped, a pie plate filled with the fluffy white stuff, and set on the counter. It was, indeed, a picture that could have found its place on the cover of any popular culinary magazine.
We gathered all of our kids into the kitchen. By now, they were anticipating the event with as much enthusiasm as they would the county fair. We yelled for our men to come in. As soon as they were on their way, we had the kids step back out of the way a bit. They opened the door and as John walked through, WHAP!!!! No warning. We don’t play that way. Just WHAP! He was covered with whipped cream! Hair, eyes, nose, and yes, mouth. The whipped (Did I say soured?) creme dripped down his face, onto and off his shoulders, and down his shirt. I’d love to tell you that the expression on his face was priceless, but I don’t think we could see his face. It was even better than we’d imagined. As we all started to gain a little composure, he stepped back out on the deck. We followed him out and our friend Al went to get a hose for him to rinse off with. What happened next was priceless. Before he could even get to the hose, barn cats came running from everywhere and starting licking him off. It was almost like an attack. But they loved him! John isn’t exactly a big fan of felines, so that made it even funnier. How they knew, from a distance, he was covered in cream, I don’t know. (Unless it had something to do with the creme being soured) But they were drawn to that cream and he was their new “best friend forever!” What the cats didn’t slurp up did eventually get rinsed off with the hose, and the cats, having an aversion to water, went back to what they were doing before. John, the love of my life, had been on the receiving end of one of his favorite pranks, and we women were feeling pretty privileged to have been able to bring it about.
So why are cats drawn to milk or cream? I really don’t know. I only know that God has designed them that way. Dogs are drawn to bones. God has given them and instinct to chew and the type of teeth they need to do it. They actually get nutrients from the bones that humans can’t. Fish are created to live in the water. He’s given them gills with which to breathe. If you take a fish out of water, it will die. God has designed it that way.
God knows the individual needs of all He has created, even you and me. And He’s given His created a longing . . . a desire for what they need. For the animal kingdom it may be cream, bones, or the need to live in water.
What about us? Blaise Pascal has said, “There is a God shaped vacuum in the heart of every man which cannot be filled by any created thing, but only by God, the Creator, made known through Jesus.”
Our physical hungers can be met by bread and water, but there is a hunger that goes much deeper than that. Jesus explained this to a sign-seeking crowd like this. . .
The crowd said,
“’Our ancestors ate the manna in the wilderness; as it is written: ‘He gave them bread from heaven to eat.’ ‘
Jesus said to them, ‘Very truly I tell you, it is not Moses who has given you the bread from heaven, but it is my Father who gives you the true bread from heaven. For the bread of God is the bread that comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.’
‘Sir,’ they said, ‘always give us this bread.’
Then Jesus declared, ‘I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.’ ” (John 6:31-35)
The physical bread and water of this planet may satisfy our physical hunger, but nothing but Jesus, the Bread of Life, can fill that void we have without Him. Like the cats being made for the cream, we have been made for Jesus. Let Jesus fill that void that can be filled by nothing else. Only Jesus can satisfy your soul. You were made for HIM.
That’s the view from here . . .