"Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise."

Dear God,

Some people think that Thanksgiving commemorates "the beginnings of a mass genocide." Many of those people like to call themselves "historians" or "Native Americans."

But I say you should "be careful for nothing, but in every thing, by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known unto God." (Philippians 4:6)


Try to answer that with some hippie notions about Indians, the Pilgrims (i.e. God's chosen people), and your blah, blah, blah about socialized medicine.

In honor of this holiday, I would like to offer you a Thanksgiving Cat Poem:

There's a place called
Heaven.
And Cats who are also Christian get to go there to eat tuna straight from the can.
No thanks to Satan.
Kindness is the key to Heaven.
So have a Happy Thannksgivin'.

This piece was inspired by "Thanksgiving Cat Poem," written by Poet Rebecca Strecker who also offers personalized Cat Poems for only $50 a pop on her site, Poems2order. Check it out.

Alright. I mean,

Amen

"For a just man falleth seven times, and riseth up again: but the wicked shall fall into mischief."

"Be truly glad. There is wonderful joy ahead!"

Dear God,

I really like this music video, because it's about cats:



I hope you like it too. Here are the lyrics, just so you know it's Christian:

Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?
Or does anybody even know she's going down today
Under the shadow of our steeple
With all the lost and lonely people
Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me
Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?

She is running a hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction...

Although I can't run that fast, I really relate to the girl in this song. When I listen to this song, it gives me the same feeling I get when there's a place for me. In Jesus' name I pray,

Amen

"If they reject your offer of peace and try to fight, surround their town and attack."

"For that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts."

Dear God,

I've been thinking a lot about death these days with my first 'New York winter' coming up. People make winter in this city sound like its going to be The End of Days (I wish!).

And with thoughts of death, obviously come thoughts about my legacy. Luckily, the good people at Kitty Limericks have just the thing.


They honor dead cats by writing limericks about them. For example, this gem here:

Pierre just loved to climb in trees.
He scampered through the branches with ease.
He got kidney stones,
Which hurt down to his bones.
Now he's at the Bridge, climbing the trees.

I want mine to be something like:

There once was a cat named 'Buster'
Who was known for his faith and his muster.
God made him a saint
Without a complaint
And now he will live in the glory of God forever with Jesus Christ, our loving Lord and Savior.

Anyway, another thing I found out about on the cat-blogosphere these days is that Miss Peach and Mickey just got married!


There's a lot to be said about the importance of traditional marriage in this country, but I think I'll save my breath for another prayer. That said, may you bless Miss Peach and Mickey in their holy union.

Amen