Zak Comes To Know The Lord

them on since the lawn was so small and the idea of getting sweat in his eyes just did not appeal to him. 

    As the J.Deere 6900 easily cut through the tall grass, row by neat row, the cut grass was efficiently sucked up into the grass catcher bag on the back.  Quietly and effortlessly it cruised back and forth across the lawn, cutting and sucking.  Zak did not hear it until he felt the suction and whirr of the blades over his head.  Instantly, Zak ducked his head down and tried to flatten his plumpness below the J.Deere 6900 blades of death.  He could feel their cutting action searing the top layers of the skin on his back. As the J. Deere 6900 silently moved past him he let out a cat scream that pierce the serenity of the Pensacola Bay.

    Angus heard the sound and stopped the lawn mower.  He looked behind him to see the red scraped skin  on Zak's back.  Quickly he got off the lawn mower, (note that is a relative term) scooped up Zak, got a towel from the house to wrap Zak in, and then took Zak to the vet. 

    During this whole process, Zak was praying.  He said, "Lord, and I don't know about this as I am a cat, but please let me live.  I have heard Angus. He believes in Jesus.  If I believe in Jesus, will I live?  What do cat's need to do to have eternal life lord?" For a cat in a lot of pain who had just been through  the most traumatic moment since getting stuck in the pet door, these were deep thoughts.

    Fortunately, on the way to the vets, Angus had been praying as well.  When the vet saw Zak, he was able to bandage up his back and gave instructions to Angus as to how to change the dressing and how to care for Zak for the next several days.

    Weeks later as Zak healed, it became clear that Zak would not have any hair grow where the J.Deere 6900 had done its dirty work. Angus was thankful that the Lord had spared Zak from Angus's nearsighted folly.   Giving praise to the Lord where praise is due, Angus and Zak returned to their serene life on the bay.

Copyright - Keith Risman - Oct. 2006