When we first moved to Ohio when I was in high school, our house had a creek running through the back yard. I didn’t spend a lot of time back there because of the poison ivy, but you can bet our two cats, Caspian and Dickens loved it.
Caspian and Dickens were both hunters and like most cats,
enjoyed catching things and then bringing said “gifts” back to us.
Caspian, in particular, would sit outside the sliding glass
doors and cry until someone—usually me—got up and acknowledged her kills. She was always so proud.
“Yes, I see it,” I would say to Caspian through the glass
and sigh. “Yes, that’s a lovely, bird,
baby bunny, snake etcetera that you have killed or worse, not quite killed, but
definitely maimed. No, I’m not opening
the door.”
In today’s reading from Malachi 1:1, 6-14, we hear God
chastise the Israelites for bringing him lousy gifts and offerings. Diseased and sick animals. Lame animals. “Try giving these offerings to your governor
and see what he does,” God suggests, angry that they were apparently otherwise
fine, giving such things to Him.
God is hurt by their offerings, not because He needs a
beautiful fatted calf, but because He loves the Israelites and would do
anything for them, and in that moment that love seems distinctly one sided.
I imagine Him saying, “This is not how you show love to
someone … unless you’re a cat.”
Here is some Bible trivia for you. The Book of Malachi is actually the last book
in the Old Testament. Right after God,
through Malachi, basically tells the Israelites that they don’t understand
love, we literally turn the page to the New Testament and to Jesus—the
embodiment of perfect love.
The problem with humanity and it’s still a problem thousands
of years later is that we have to work really hard—it does not come
naturally—to love without expectations, to love unconditionally. Such love requires us to be vulnerable, to
sometimes experience a one-sidedness in our relationships. But I’m not talking about romantic love
necessarily, but all love, the kind of love God expects us to show our
neighbors and to show Him.
Humanity tends to fall back into transactional love. Treat others the way you want to be treated
is the so-called golden rule except when you then expect the other person to treat
you well because you treated them well. The
relationship becomes transactional. I do
something good for you, I then expect loyalty, love, fealty and more from you
and woe to you, if you don’t give in return.
Let me give you an example from today’s reading Luke
17:11-19. Jesus meets with ten lepers
(from a distance) we are told. They beg
Him for healing and He tells them to go to their priests and on their way
there, they are healed.
Ten lepers.
But only one of them, and a Samaritan at that, turns around
and runs back to Jesus to thank Him.
Now in a transactional relationship, Jesus might make
thanking Him conditional to their being healed.
In a transactional relationship—and we see this throughout our old
fables and myths—the nine who didn’t turn back to say thanks would be punished
and lose whatever healing they had.
But God doesn’t have a transactional relationship with
us. His love is purely without
conditions—unconditional.
And thank goodness for that.
Because the truth is, we can never love God as much as He
loves us. Our relationship will always
be one-sided, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t practice that fine art of
unconditional love with Him and also with every person we come into contact
with during the day.
Last night, those neighborhood girls that visit me
periodically knocked on the door asking me if I wanted to buy what was now
their very last box of chocolate for school—which now that I’m thinking about
it may not have been their very last box, but a marketing trick to get me to
buy because of FOMO—a fear of missing out.
That’s kind of genius.
I can respect that. You can’t
have capitalism without transactional relationships.
Unfortunately for the girls, I told them what I always tell
them—I don’t have the money for their chocolate.
The one little girl, who is the one who sometimes knocks on
my door for books, just stared at me when I told them “no.”
We were standing in uncomfortable silence and finally she
said, “Do you have anymore Dr. Seuss books?”
It’s possible that the chocolate sales pitch was just a
cover, so that the girl had reason to knock on my door and ask for books.
I brought out several Dr. Seuss books for her. She had not read one, so I handed that to
her. She had read One Fish, Two Fish,
Red Fish, Blue Fish, but when I didn’t immediately hand it to her as I had
with the book she hadn’t read, she got quiet again.
“You said you read this one,” I said to her.
She nodded.
“Do you have a copy of it at home?”
She looked up at me and shook her head.
“Well, then,” I said, “I guess you better take this one
too.”
Again, we live in a society that is transactional by nature. No one gives anything away for free and if
they do, they are usually scorned or disbelieved, thinking the gift giver must
have ulterior motives. It’s the cynical
world we live in.
I’ve been saying a lot that we need to practice hope in
order to combat cynicism. Today I’m
going to add to that—we must practice unconditional love too.
Faith, hope and love—these three take practice.
With my Little Free Library, I never expected the books in
there would be returned and I never expected that any new books would be
added. I only expected to give away
quality books for children.
Ideally, you might argue, the Little Free Library works best
when the neighborhood contributes to them, and I would say, yes, absolutely and
in my case, that neighborhood has been friends from here, to Georgia, to
Florida contributing to the library.
There is nothing I love more than getting books in the mail.
Amazon knows this—which is why they own me.
But as I was saying, unconditional love takes practice.
Unconditional love turns our love outward instead of being
hyperfocused inward.
Last week, a boy took a rock and smashed out the window of
my neighbor’s house across the street.
My Ring doorbell caught it all except for the kid’s face.
When the neighbor knocked on my door a few days later to see
if I had caught anything on video, I could see how upset and defeated he
was. He had lived in the neighborhood
for sixty years and had never had anything like this happen. His shoulders were slumped, his voice soft.
“I just can’t believe it,” he said over and over.
As someone at church on Sunday pointed out to me, “It must
have upset you too, even though it wasn’t your house?”
And yes, it was upsetting to me, though if it had been my
house I would have bolted outside and chased that kid … about fifteen feet
until I collapsed.
But yes, it is an upsetting thing when something bad happens
in a place you had always been safe in, as my neighbor had.
But as frustrated as I get with the world, it doesn’t stop
me from putting books in my Little Free Library.
It’s how I practice unconditional love.
It’s how I pour God’s divine love into this little plot of
land.
It is love, but also hope that this love will grow and
flourish if it is nurtured.
So in all you do this week, practice love as Jesus taught
us, not as how the cats have shown us.
Amen.