Have you ever been in such a deep slumber as a Christian that people watching you might not even know you belonged to Christ? You didn’t pray, or read your Bible, or tell anyone about Jesus. You went to church. You sang. You smiled. But, inside, you were comatose. Here’s a “Honey Hamster” story for you.
When Honey sleeps he is nearly comatose. Really. I never noticed that about Hank because Hank mostly slept in his little hamster hut made of twine. Honey tried sleeping under his log hideout but that lasted only a day or two. He likes his corner. I have never seen him in action but if I level his corner when I clean the habitat, it take about two days and he has his bed all made again. He piles that bedding up high and burrows down into it.
Since it has been warmer, he sleeps closer to the top and for all the world, he looks dead. (I do know, now, what a dead hamster looks like.) He is barely breathing and with his longer teddy bear kind of coat, his breathing is not detectable. If I stand and stare at him, he must feel my eyes because all of a sudden he will raise his head, glare at me momentarily and sigh. Yes, sigh. Then he once again closes his eyes and resumes his comatose state.
I wish that I could positively say I have never been a comatose Christian. That would be a lie. There have been a few times when I dismayed friends but when they showed that they cared, I glared at them and hoped they would go away. Those loving people that God has allowed in my pathway backed off. They prayed. They wrote me a little note to encourage me. And they were waiting when I came out of semi-hibernation. They fed me little treats from God’s Word much the same as I feed Honey a sliver of walnut.
Before I knew it, those dear friends and loved ones had me running on the hamster wheel of life full speed ahead. Just the same as Honey will do about 10:00 tonight.
How I thank God for those who have stood quietly beside me. God has blessed me with some really wonderful friends. They have come and gone throughout my many years—some short term, some have moved and I don’t see them often, some are long-lasting encouragers who are still very much a part of my life.
Best of all, Jesus promised to Shepherd me and He has never failed—not even when I glared at Him, He did not go away. The promise is trustworthy: “. . .I will never leave thee nor forsake thee.” (Hebrews 13:5)
Honey has my care and presence even when he is in deep slumber.