Some of you really love your dog. I mean it borders on obsession dontcha think? I see you knitting sweaters, covering their little paws with… what are those anyway… gloves? If you look at your Facebook history all you see is cute pic after cute pic of Fido, I know He/She is really cute but don’t miss my point. I love my dog too, alot, in fact I think she is way better than your dog…cause she just is. There really is no contest my dog is pretty awesome. In fact I do some things for her just because I really think she is that special.
I talk to her, I mean all the time, and she seems to like it, now she can follow a command when the mood strikes her, but that’s not what I mean. I just love on her, way beyond what she deserves…she isn’t perfect by the way
A Scratch in the Right Place
Bailey will never understand how much I love her. No matter how much I explain it to her she will never get what it means that she is a dog and I am her master. There is no way that she could ever comprehend that fully. She knows that I love her and if she nudges me she knows I will scratch her head and love on her like nobody else. I am her master but I serve her despite what she deserves.
I heard something recently that twisted my brain in a knot, I am still not fully comprehending it and am not completely sure I get all the ramifications. The question was asked in a study on Genesis I was doing online…why did God create light? The question stumped a few of the students in the class but
That answer at first seemed right but then it really made me think. God, my Master, served me, in fact He continually provides for me, whether I know it or not. In fact He continually serves me whether I like it or not to protect me and whether I deserve it or not. In fact most of the time I know I really have not deserved that kind of protection and love. To take it just a little deeper, He is the epitome of the Suffering Servant. He is the ultimate servant leader. Take a second and think about that for a minute or ‘Selah’ as the Psalmist puts it.
No, I mean it, this is huge, take a second and think on that, what does it mean if God serves us?
I am dog…
Bailey will never understand what it means to be ‘dog’ just as I will never understand what it means to be a created being. As much as Bailey tries to behave she will forever “do her own thing” not knowing the danger, not appreciating the protection, not appreciating the provision, she just can’t. Neither will I ever comprehend the depths of the service God has done for me, the provision, the protection and the price that He continually pays for my desire to “do my own thing.”
“What is mankind that you are mindful of them…you made them a little lower than the angels you crowned them with glory and honor and put everything under their feet” Hebrews 2:7-8
Yeah, I don’t get it. I may be able to understand more than my dog about being a created being, but not much. I still disobey, I still fall short, but somehow or other He still serves me. Now if Bailey knows where to go to get a good scratch how much more should I be able to say like Isaiah:
“I put my trust in Him”