from Abigayil, The Story of the Cat at the Manger by Rouben Mamoulian,
given to me when I was a child by my favorite aunt (who loved cats as I do)
On the night of Jesus’ birth, Abigayil saw that Jesus, lying in the manger, was stirring in his sleep due to a cold breeze. Out of love for Him and despite her pain, she went to Him, stretched across His body and purred Him to sleep. In course of this loving act, her broken paw was healed.
She reverently purred this prayer of thanksgiving to the baby Jesus:
“Little Jesus, I thank you for making me whole again!
Would that I were a king, so I could put treasures of gold, frankincense, and myrrh at your feet.
But I am only a cat, and I have no possessions.
The only thing I can offer you is my heart. But how can I offer that which is already yours?
I now know that I gave you my love the very first time I saw you, without any reason.
And now that you have given me a reason, I have no more love to give, because it is all yours already!
I thank you for teaching me that love is its own reason and needs no other, ever!”
Like Abigayil, may we unabashedly and without reason, give our hearts to the Baby Jesus.
Merry Christmas to you!
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