A while back my husband, Jake, bought 2 dozen feeder goldfish for his afternoon of fishing. But some were too cute to become bait, so I begged, "Please let me keep them as pets."
Those three, named Faith, Hope, and Love, remained. My long-suffering fisherman hubby even bought them an upscale aquarium plant for their tank. A nice one, not the cheap plastic kind I would have picked up.
The other goldfish became bait,
but we showed these three mercy.
Fast forward two years. Jake trapped a possum, which we cooked and ate as related in a previous blog. Seriously. Click here.
Side note: Anytime people eat something unusual they say it tastes like chicken.
"Rattlesnake? Tastes like chicken"
"Ostrich? Tastes like chicken."
"Possum? It tastes like a collision of ham and chicken."
It's delicious...once you look past the fur and feet.
Disclaimer: Fast food in not part of an optimal diet for possums. Or humans.
Nevertheless, Jake not only fed and watered it, he released it. "Jethro" the possum ambled away, safe from the stew pot.
- Possum one became dinner.
- Possum two received mercy.
He never decides, "Hmm, you're not appealing enough. Into the oven with you."
God always extends his mercy to us.
He always gives us another chance.
"The faithful love of the Lord never ends! His mercies never cease. Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning." Lamentations 3:22-23 NLT
Since God has shown me so much mercy, I'm heading out to extend some right now. Jethro the possum is asking for his McDouble and fries.