Rabbits

I had an ag project when I was 13 and I raised rabbits.  I built my hutches along the path to the outhouse and I fed and watered them every morning on my way back to the house.  I ran into a problem when one of my rabbits died and I kept right on feeding and watering it.  The chipmunks were stealing some of the rabbet pellets, there was some evaporation of the water and the rabbit appeared to resting comfortably in the back of the cage.  My dad figured out what was going on and he was going to see how long it took me to figure it out.  After 3 or 4 days, he couldn’t take any longer and I got called on the carpet.  He said that he couldn’t fault me for not feeding and watering my rabbits but that there was a difference between that and actually taking care of them.
There are of course broader implications to that.  There is a difference between bringing home a paycheck and taking care of our families.  There is a difference between providing food and clothes and taking care of our children.  There is a difference between going to church every Sunday and taking care of our church.  I think we are all guilty at times of just “feeding our rabbits”.   I realize that none of us are perfect, but we can all try just a little harder. 
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