As those of you who read this blog often know, I lost my little black hamster named Hank. I really did love that little rodent! Although I knew, like any pet, he could not be replaced, I bought another hamster. It was a girl, the shop said, and another “panda” with a coat of spots and head of black.
I did not officially name her until I could see a pattern of personality. Sad to say, she did not live but two days in my care. Why? She refused to eat. She did not touch her food dish. She starved to death.
Because I had purchased the health agreement from the pet shop, I gently picked up her fragile little body, put it in the original box, and took her back to the shop. The shop determined that she may have been sick at time of purchase but no one could know that. I brought home a little honey-colored golden boy hamster. He is eating hardy, running miles and miles on the wheel, and is already easy to handle.
Christians who eat a bite here and a bite there grow skinny and fragile. They look to be fine on the outside; they even appear active. They attend church and church events. Inside, however, they are spiritually malnourished. They do not find the food dish of God’s Word. It is available and full to overflowing with everything they need.
It certainly is my wish that “Honey” hamster is with me now for a very long time. He is already a “Honey” in my observations.