She's the mother cat that lives outside. Fixed long ago, but she had two litters and one of her daughters still lives with her: Big Paw. But Cathy is the one who did it. Anastasia, you probably want to stop reading here. I walked outside the door and there it was. A bird. Dead. She'd left it on the doorstep, one of her infamous cat offerings. Now, I'm not squeamish about the ones she EATS, but it the useless death that tears at my heart. She obviously wasn't hungry. When hungry she will meow to high heaven until someone comes and comments on her offering, and then she will proceed to devour it. But there was no devouring the little sparrow. It lay there, an offering unused.
I wondered if people aren't too often like cats. We act as though GOD needed the sacrifice. It's the other way round, folks. WE need the sacrifice. From that death can come life. But only when that life is taken, received, and used. How often do we see the offering of our Lord running in the wrong direction? It's not GOD that needed that offering. It is we.
In the garden already animals died that Adam and Eve might be clothed. Vegetables wouldn't do in the Garden as they wouldn't do on Cain's altar. Life is in the blood. And we need that life. We live from the blood. So the offering of our Lord isn't first and foremost about the Son giving Himself to the Father as it is about the Father giving us the Son so that we can LIVE in Him. WE need that blood, not God. And how it must grieve Him when the gift of the Father, the sacrifice of His Son, is left unappropriated. When the life that He reaches us is rejected. When the pardon that is in the blood is regarded as unnecessary and unneeded and even unwanted. Like Cathy's abandoned sparrow.
Our Father gave us His dearest treasure, His beloved Son. And He gave Him to us that we might find life through His death, pardon through His blood, healing through His body. Folks, let's never dream that HE needed that somehow; WE needed it. Thus the Holy Eucharist remains in the world; His body and His blood, His sacrifice; present to give us His pardon, His life, His love. Yes, He loves us that much.
Poor Cathy has it all wrong. If no sparrow falls to the earth apart from the Father, then the sparrow is a gift given her not to play with, but to be thankful for and nourished by. Silly cat to think that it came from us or that we needed it.