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I have two cats, that we rescued back in January. I absolutely love them. Im not even a cat person. They are a lot of fun. One of them, Duke, the boy, loves to go outside. In fact, everytime I open the front door, he goes flying out. When he gets out, he does the same thing every time. He runs along the outside wall of the house, then comes running back. We obviously try to stop him every time because there a million bad things that could happen to him. He could get picked up by someone else. He could eat rat poison. He could drown in the many waterfalls and streams. He could catch a disease from another cat. He could get run over. You get the point. Plus, everytime he runs out, he gets in trouble. Then we become more vigilant about watching the door. Everytime he leaves the house, it gets increasely worse for him. This got me thinking. How much smarter are we than this cat?

We chase our whole lives pleasures and pains that will kill us. There are a million reasons why we shouldn’t do some of what we do, but the second the door opens we run. We don’t even think, we just run. I look into Duke’s eyes and as smart as he is, I know I’m not looking at an intelligent being. He’s not pondering the inner workings of my brain, he is watching my nostrils expand and contract and getting ready to pounce.

What happens when God gazes deeply into our eyes?