Theology from my cat

This morning, my cat, Tut, went a little nuts over a twig out on the balcony. He attacked it, killed it and proudly presented it to me.

I looked at his big round eyes - and asked him if he brought me his treasure. He did, what I call a little throat chuckle, when he talked to me. I looked straight at him and asked him (so I talk to my cat - don't you), didn't he realize the twig wasn't the treasure, but that he was?

And then I stopped - stunned. How many times have I gone to God and presented Him with what I thought were little treasures for Him . . . and He responds. "Don't you understand. Your treasure isn't what I consider the treasure. You ARE the treasure!"