“Mary… sat at Jesus’ feet and heard His word. But Martha was distracted with much serving, and she approached Him and said, ‘Lord, do You not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Therefore tell her to help me.’ And Jesus answered and said to her, ‘Martha, Martha, you are worried and troubled about many things. But one thing is needed, and Mary has chosen that good part, which will not be taken away from her.'” (Luke 10:39-42).
Thanks to Lewis Carroll, most of us have heard the story of a church mouse. But have you ever heard of a church cat? In the small town of Fairford, in Gloucestershire, England, stands St. Mary’s church surrounded by a churchyard. There stands one of their most beloved sculptures: “Tiddles” the cat. Church members erected the monument because the cat often wandered into the building during worship services to make itself at home. Villagers chided that the cat probably spent more time worshiping than any other parishioner. It doesn’t take much imagination to picture the feline curled up in the sunlight of a stained glass window.
It seems Mary soaked up the Son’s light every chance she got. Once He was in the door, she was at His feet. Sure, she was misunderstood. Martha felt she was lazy. Perhaps the disciples begrudged her intrusion. Even Lazarus could have brushed her away to get some one on one time with Jesus. But Mary remained immovable. The touch of God outstripped the hand of others. Much like Mary and Tibbles the cat, David understood the privilege of being in God’s house and His presence. He said, “A single day in your courts is better than a thousand anywhere else! I would rather be a gatekeeper in the house of my God than live the good life in the homes of the wicked” (Ps. 84:10 nlt).
I think I’d like to be a church cat, too. What a privilege to roam freely in the presence of God and His people. It would be “purrfect” to soak in the worship and the Wordboth day and night.