For The Love of Dog

For The Love Of Dog

Today, I was struck by a wonderful revelation. God does love

me. He really does love me. I really think I get it now… thanks

to my dogs.

Please let me explain. As I was trying to talk frankly with

Jesus (I sometimes imagine He is sitting on the loveseat

directly across from the couch where I usually sit as I pray and

read my Bible), I was suddenly struck by the realization that I

am pitiful. This happens to me a lot. I’m not a righteous man in

so many ways. I don’t love my neighbor as myself most of the

time and in fact I can barely stand to be around most people

for very long to name just one of my shortcomings. “How can

You possibly love me? How could You possibly die for me?

How can this really be true?” Suddenly I was interrupted by

one of our four dogs as she was attempting to steal a chew

bone from her sister. This fighting over bones is a frequently

occurrence among all four of our canine residents. That’s just

one of the many frustrations of dog ownership. But in spite of

all their shortcomings, I love them with all my heart. I love

each of them equally. I discipline them when necessary and

they are constantly doing the wrong thing. I try to train them to

behave properly and I can tell that they would do anything for

me if they could just understand what it is I am trying to get

them to do.

I think God must feel that way about me… about us. He

knows that I am trying to do the right thing most of the time.

Sometimes I lose my focus on Him. Kind of like my dogs when

they smell a bone. It’s hard to stay focused when there are so

many bones in the world. I talk to my dogs all the time, even

though I know they usually don’t understand what I’m trying to

tell them. They just aren’t as smart as us humans although

sometimes they do seem to understand exactly what I mean.

I’m sure God is talking to me all the time too and it must be

frustrating for Him too when I don’t hear or understand what

He’s trying to tell me. I hate to discipline my dogs. I’m sure it

hurts me more than it hurts them but I care about them and I

want them to be good dogs. I’m sure God hates to discipline us


One thing I know about my dogs is that they love me and want

to please me more than anything else. I hope my dogs know

that I love them too no matter what they might do wrong. An d

that helps me to see how God could love me too, no matter

how many things I do wrong. He want me to do the right thing

and He will keep trying to train me to “fetch”. But I know He

will love me even if I don’t bring Him the bone.


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