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.