Theology of Tom and Jerry
A Musing

I’m a cartoon cat. Right now, I’m staring at a hole in a baseboard in the living room, waiting for my buddy to come out so I can eat him.
We’ve been buddies forever. The whole focus of my life is to eat him, even though I know I won’t ever eat him. He won’t poke his head out of the hole while I’m looking. I look anyway.
Some things are certain. I’ll get distracted. I’ll get itchy and start scratching or run to see who rang the doorbell or open up the fridge to make a sandwich. When my lunch is ready to go into my open mouth, my buddy will poke me in the butt. Parts of the sandwich will fly everywhere. A bit of Swiss cheese will land in his arms, and he’ll run with it.
I’ll chase him, but I won’t catch him. I won’t admit it makes me happy for him to enjoy my cheese.

I hope you enjoyed this offering and would love to hear about your encounters with meaningful cartoons, communion, or stealing fire from the gods. Here’s another of my recent spiritual stories:
