A lot of
people have pets. I've had family with snakes and lizards for housemates. A
friend from High School had a tarantula. Some have cats for some reason. I grew
up with dogs. Dogs come in many different colors and sizes. One breed, the Neapolitan
Mastiff, can get as big as 160lbs. That animal does not bark, "it should
whinny and wear a saddle". Dog owners love their companions. Some love a
distinct breed paying thousands of dollars for a registered animal. Others are
attached to the sickest looking, ugly mutt in deplorable condition.
My dog
Major has bad breath. Not his most notable characteristic, nor certainly not
his most noble. He has stood up to intruders, even some that were not invited
friends and relatives. He is a hound, and boy can he bay, but as they say,
“this dog can’t hunt”.
Major has arthritis, but still likes to dig. He currently is laying on some papers and books I left on the floor next to my desk (bad habits on both our parts). I could go on, about some of the rude behaviors he has, but lets face it, he is a dog. Dog lovers and cat lovers agree that dogs have no social graces. Dogs pick the most inappropriate times to love you, getting fur on clean church or work clothes. They love to interrupt conversations, and get hungry in the middle of a really good movie.
BUT HE IS MY DOG AND I LOVE HIM!
The neighbor has a dog. It is the most irritating creature on the planet. It has no social graces, barks incessantly without purpose. It has only three legs, one eye, and one ear. It is constantly digging and has no respect for other people’s property. It is a dirty, mangy animal with big wads of fir falling out.
The difference is I love Major. I redeemed him from the shelter some years ago. I picked him out of the puppies. They were all cute, and all wagged their tails. I just picked him. While it could be said the home protection dogs provide is valuable, there has been no other return on the vet bills, dog food and aggravation that canines consume/generate. No other return, other than the love.
In John 1 the Bible says that, "He came unto His own but His own received Him not. But to as many as received Him, to them gave He power to become the children of God. Even to them that believe on His name." God set His love on us, not because we looked good, not because we are smart, not because we were reliable, or a host of other things we cherish in dogs. God grants us membership in the family if we "receive" him. The thief on the cross just believed Jesus to be "something".
Major has arthritis, but still likes to dig. He currently is laying on some papers and books I left on the floor next to my desk (bad habits on both our parts). I could go on, about some of the rude behaviors he has, but lets face it, he is a dog. Dog lovers and cat lovers agree that dogs have no social graces. Dogs pick the most inappropriate times to love you, getting fur on clean church or work clothes. They love to interrupt conversations, and get hungry in the middle of a really good movie.
BUT HE IS MY DOG AND I LOVE HIM!
The neighbor has a dog. It is the most irritating creature on the planet. It has no social graces, barks incessantly without purpose. It has only three legs, one eye, and one ear. It is constantly digging and has no respect for other people’s property. It is a dirty, mangy animal with big wads of fir falling out.
The difference is I love Major. I redeemed him from the shelter some years ago. I picked him out of the puppies. They were all cute, and all wagged their tails. I just picked him. While it could be said the home protection dogs provide is valuable, there has been no other return on the vet bills, dog food and aggravation that canines consume/generate. No other return, other than the love.
In John 1 the Bible says that, "He came unto His own but His own received Him not. But to as many as received Him, to them gave He power to become the children of God. Even to them that believe on His name." God set His love on us, not because we looked good, not because we are smart, not because we were reliable, or a host of other things we cherish in dogs. God grants us membership in the family if we "receive" him. The thief on the cross just believed Jesus to be "something".
How do you
measure Love? We have abandoned the dogs outside in the rain or snow while we
were gone on a trip that lasted sixteen hours which was more than we planned.
They still loved us and accepted us, no apologies required when we got home.
They are always happy to see us. Leave for fifteen minutes and they will
welcome you back. I believe George Carlin wrote something about that.
God redeemed us for us to Love Him. What could we give of any value beyond that; He made EVERYTHING. When at the Pound or shelter, we look at puppies and pick the one that wags it's tail. If it actually tries to injure us it looses appeal as a loving partner. I hear some choose the vicious for purposes other than love. For the believer, it is as if we "wagged our tail". Even in that the Bible says, "This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins." 1 John 4:10. We are chosen for love when there is no apparent reason. Our lack of qualities did not get us noticed, nor will they get us rejected. John 6:37, "All those the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never drive away."
How are we different from the “dog” next door? We are redeemed and being trained. Remember the movie Homeward Bound where Shadow, Chance and Sassy (dog, dog, and cat) get lost, and have to find way home. Anyway in a classic line the young pup is misbehaving and the old dog says, “Does a rolled up newspaper mean anything to you?”
Major is an old dog. He knows the house rules. He knows he can get away with some things if no one is looking. I still catch him with his nose in a waste can on occasion. God finds me where I should not be on occasion.
Major and I appreciate what a “rolled up newspaper means”, but we are still loved.
God redeemed us for us to Love Him. What could we give of any value beyond that; He made EVERYTHING. When at the Pound or shelter, we look at puppies and pick the one that wags it's tail. If it actually tries to injure us it looses appeal as a loving partner. I hear some choose the vicious for purposes other than love. For the believer, it is as if we "wagged our tail". Even in that the Bible says, "This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins." 1 John 4:10. We are chosen for love when there is no apparent reason. Our lack of qualities did not get us noticed, nor will they get us rejected. John 6:37, "All those the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never drive away."
How are we different from the “dog” next door? We are redeemed and being trained. Remember the movie Homeward Bound where Shadow, Chance and Sassy (dog, dog, and cat) get lost, and have to find way home. Anyway in a classic line the young pup is misbehaving and the old dog says, “Does a rolled up newspaper mean anything to you?”
Major is an old dog. He knows the house rules. He knows he can get away with some things if no one is looking. I still catch him with his nose in a waste can on occasion. God finds me where I should not be on occasion.
Major and I appreciate what a “rolled up newspaper means”, but we are still loved.
