Each night before bed, my wife feeds our cat treats. Watching the two of them one night led me to meditate on how preposterous God’s plan seems at times—particularly the way He loves, cares for, and intervenes with us who couldn’t care less for Him much of the time. My mind wandered to Daniel chapter four where King Nebuchadnezzar goes mad and acts like a beast after failing to credit God for his accomplishments as king. After seven years of living in the wild, Nebuchadnezzar was (by God’s grace) able to acknowledge God, and his sanity returned.
These meditations eventually found their way into a poem I wrote called, “Preposterous,” which you can read below. I plan to include it in my third book of poems, which I am working on and hope to self-publish next year.
Preposterous As my wife offers treats, she tells our cat Jesus loves her and will care for her. St. Francis preached the gospel to birds and other woodland creatures he happened on. Preposterous… …and yet… God finds each of us in our madness, scratching out an existence in this world’s dirt with fingers that curve like talons around whatever we can get. Jesus speaks until we look up and offer Him a more open hand, which He takes and holds until we are upright, and sane, and like Him, which is to say human.