Showing posts with label Dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dogs. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

God’s Sense of Humor

God’s Sense of Humor

          I believe the Lord has a wonderfully perfect sense of Humor.  Unfortunately, we probably tend to incorrectly think of Him as being totally serious ALL the time.  But think about it for a moment – He is the Creator of ALL things.  He is Perfect and Complete.  Wouldn’t that mean that He also is full of Joy, Happiness, and even the creator of Laughter?

          Now I’m not talking about boisterous, raucous laughter you might hear from a bunch of drunkards who have lost their inhibition.  I’m talking about someone who enjoys things, smiles, and yes, even laughs appropriately along the way.

          Let me share a recent experience with you to demonstrate this point which happened the other day while I was taking my dogs for a run.

This is not my dog Missy, but she looks about like this when she runs!

          I was tired after a long day, so instead of walking along with them, I loaded them in the back of our mini-van and drove a short ways out of town to drop them off on the side of a country road.  I then let the van idle down the road at a slow pace while the dogs run alongside or behind and enjoy themselves.


          Our two dogs have completely different personalities.  Abby (a black lab and basset hound mix) is quiet and super well mannered, while Missy (a full bread basset hound) on the other hand, is an attention seeking diva with a tendency to whine and beg for things.


          Missy is a short, old, Bassett Hound, now approaching 13-14 years old, but is still in pretty remarkable shape for a dog that age.  Like most Basset Hounds she has way to much skin and ears big enough to fly if she had the power to flap them like wings.


          She is rather comical to look at and mixed with her personality you can’t help but either laugh at her or be a bit frustrated.

Anytime we are eating, Missy is like this begging for food.

          While Abby can easily jump up into the back cargo space of the van on her own, Missy needs help just loading up into the van.  She can get her front paws up onto the bumper, but then I have to hook my foot or hand under her rear haunches and give her a boost the rest of the way up.  After doing so, she usually either ignores the assistance she received or wheels around or gives a look of pride as if she had made the leap to higher ground on her own.

          During the drive for the few minutes it takes to get out of town, she usually begins to whine and then quickly transforms that into an all-out hound dog bawling bark of excitement that seems as if it will blow out the windows.  She just can’t contain herself in expressing either her boredom feeling trapped in her situation or excited beyond all belief in expectation of what is coming.

          After arriving and getting dropped off to begin their run, Missy begins quickly in excitement, but within a matter of moments becomes distracted by some smell off in the weeds.  Her journey is one of slow starting and stopping, constant distractions and examinations of insignificant clumps of brush.  And, if she thinks she has found something noteworthy, she then immediately marks it as her own before resuming the journey down the road.

          To keep the trip from taking all day, and to keep Missy moving forward, I often have to pause, honk the horn to get her attention (if her brain hasn’t been shut off completely by what her nose is smelling) and encourage her to follow along where I am leading the way.  If I just keep going and she loses sight of the van, she just gets disheartened and stops… sits in place wherever she is at…. and waits until someone comes back eventually to find her.

          On this particular trip the other day, I was in a bit of a hurry for some reason, and I quickly found myself becoming irritated at the lagging, sagging hound dog.  After yet another pause of doggy distraction, I honked the horn to get her attention and muttered under my breath, something to the effect, “Come on you slacker, can’t you just pay attention and keep moving forward?”

          Almost immediately upon saying this, the clear words came into my mind, “You are like Missy.”  This phrase was accompanied by what I could only explained as an unseen smile.  I know that sounds funny to say, but that phrase, “You are like Missy” didn’t come with any sense of judgement or condemnation, but rather with a divine smile attached and an unheard chuckle.  It was as if in my moment of frustration with my hound dog, the Lord had a little laugh as he tried to show me how my life and actions are often like those of my floppy dog.

          I couldn’t help but smile and laugh myself at the thought and comical comparison the Lord had shared with me, and as I thought about His prompting, several humorous things became clear to my mind.

          Like Missy trying to get into the back of the van, often, when I am struggling to reach higher spiritual ground, my feeble efforts only serve to get my front paws off the ground, while the gravity of my mortal frailties keeps me stranded at a lower level.  I guess you could say that I am spiritually gravity challenged.  It is only with a spiritual lift or kick in the pants from the Lord that I am able to make the actual ascension to any greater level of progress.  Alas, far too often, I probably then tend to pat myself on the back and act, like my hound dog, either ungrateful for the help, or thinking I have done it all on my own.  (These thoughts also came with that “wink” and smile of recognition and understanding from the Lord).

          Like my old hound dog, I also am probably prone to get a bit too excited at times, when something of sincere interest in on the horizon.  I may be a bit too vocal and overzealous about it in my excitement and anticipation, which may be irritating to those around me during those episodes leading up to whatever it may be.  At other times I may grumble or express frustration because I feel trapped in a situation I am uncomfortable with, rather than just be grateful He is taking me on a ride to some as yet unseen destination.

          Like my wandering dog, I too, often become easily distracted from the course the Lord would want me to run. I often start spiritual things with a burst of initial excitement, but the straight and narrow path is easy to drift off of if we stop to smell and check out the subtle enticements placed by the adversary to lure us away from our progress.  Like my marking hound, I sometimes want to claim the things of this world as my own (even if only in my own mind).

          When I thought about that, and how we can’t really take anything with us, it brought another smile, as the Lord showed me that such attempts to cling to the material things of this world are about as foolish as my dog peeing on a random weed and thinking that somehow she then owned it as her own. (Another wink and a divine smile with this comparison).

          Fortunately, the Lord who drives each of our vehicles of life, lovingly and patiently honks the horn to regain our attention from time to time, and calls us back onto the path of progress.  Rather than grow impatient with our faults and failures to stay focused, as I was doing that day, He cheers us on in our efforts and applauds and praises us with each further advancement we make.

          As I mentioned, all of these thoughts and impressions came with an unheard, but recognized heavenly laugh and smile.  And because of it, I couldn’t help but smile and laugh about it myself.  It was a perfectly joyous and lifting form of learning and teaching.  There was absolutely nothing condemning or demeaning about it all.

          So what does this all mean?  I think what this reinforced to me is that we may have a false perception of who God really is and what He is really like.

           I think the adversary plants these false concepts of an unfeeling, stiff and always serious God, who is distant and difficult to please.  When in reality, He is a loving Father, who is full of happiness and constant joy.  A Being who not only intimately cares about us, but also lovingly laughs at our silly foibles from time to time, and smiles with satisfaction and encouragement at our little successes – which He actually helps us to accomplish in the first place.

          If all this seems like a foreign concept to you or appears to fly in the face of your religious logic, then think of a caring parent with their little toddler child.  As that toddler is learning to walk, the steps are teetering and unsteady.  The loving parent helps them to rise to their feet and steadies them until they can begin to let go and try stepping on their own.



         The toddler’s falls and tumbles aren’t greeted with anger or condescension.  Just the opposite!  That parent cheers every unsteady step, and encourages them to try again.  And again.  And again.  Because He knows that with each practice and repetition comes experience and growth – which eventually lead to being able to walk with more confidence on their own.


          These tenuous first steps eventually progress to sure and steady strides, which later progress to running.  All these under the watchful eyes of a loving parent who waits with open arms for those running legs to carry them back into His loving parental embrace.

          I believe our Heavenly Father, who is perfect in every way, is not any different.  He is the creator of laughter and joy and EVERYTHING good, positive and uplifting!  He is quick to forgive, eager to assist and encourage us and patient with the knowledge of all things from beginning to end.  And with that perfect knowledge He also has a sense of humor about our little struggles as he sees them with the foresight of how it can and will all work together for our good in the end.

          Don’t take these thoughts the wrong way either. I not at all suggesting that our lives are a joke to Him.  It is an eternally significant journey with far lasting ramifications when the time of judgment finally arrives.  Sometimes that means He needs to be serious with us when we have made significant mistakes.  But even those moments are ruled by love and encouraging understanding and uplifting hope in us and our ability to succeed if we will but turn to Him. I also believe that those moments of seriousness are likely far outweighed by the joy, happiness and smiles of approval at our toddler-like attempts.


          Now, by suggesting this sense of humor and His loving manner of encouragement, I am not suggesting that we should be casual in our worship of Him.  Just the opposite!  Understanding and recognizing Him in His true nature, actually serves to make us love and worship Him all the more and deepens our relationship with Him!

          We are all a bit like my dog Missy in more ways than we might like to realize.  And fortunately, the Lord is willing to remind us of that with an encouraging divine wink and a nod and His perfect smile and laughter.


Friday, December 13, 2013

MAX & THE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS

MAX & THE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS
MAX & THE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS


         Many years ago on a cold winter day, I stepped out of the back door of our house to trudge through the snow and bitter cold to go and get something from our old shed on the back edge of our property.   As I stepped past our dog house just outside the back steps, a large unknown dog jumped out of the meager shelter and shot right between my legs!  I don’t know who was more startled, me or the stray dog, but at least one of us nearly had a heart attack!


          After calming from the the unexpected near-cardiac arrest, I watched the dog run out into the bitter cold and behind our old dilapidated pick-up truck near the shed, and figured I would never see him again.  But a few days later nearly the same thing happened again!  There was this skinny, starving, hound dog hiding out in our dog house, trying to find some measure of warmth from the freezing winter chill.


          My wife took pity on the poor dog and put out some bowls of warm water and dog food on the back steps.  And such began our family’s association with the dog we would later come to call “Max”.  He was a breed called a “Treeing Walker Coonhound”.




          After several days of feeding and giving him fresh water every time it would freeze solid, our family began trying to approach him.  But every time anyone got near him he would run away in panic and fear.  It was sad and heartbreaking, as it became obvious that somebody had abused him in his past life, and he was nervous and afraid of everything all the time.


          ***I am now going to skip ahead in this story for a moment and then will come back to this tentative canine companionship towards the end.***


          Max was hilarious as he gradually adjusted to our company.  Once my wife tried leaving the back door open and so he could feel the warmth inside, and she placed his food dish just a little ways into the back room of the house.  As we stood far away and watched him through the open door, he tentatively came up the steps, but stopped his feet outside at the threshold.  He leaned in as far as he could, neck stretched out like an ostrich, until he could finally grab the edge of the food dish in his mouth and then quickly drug it outside to consume his meal!  But he would not come fully inside.


          Eventually, after nearly 2 or 3 months of living out in the cold, he gradually adapted and became a part of our family. It was an amazing transformation to watch.  Initially, even though he would come inside the house, his paranoia and fear would cause him to hide in the corner of the room behind the table, so no one could directly approach him.  He enjoyed the warmth and the soft carpet, but he was still hesitant and scared.



          Gradually, he began to trust us, to open up to our advances, and was changed by the warmth and love of our family offered.  His defensive and protective fear softened, and as he learned to accept our love, his demeanor changed.  It was a truly remarkable thing to behold to see the fear melt away and be replaced by joy, peace, and actual happiness.  He transformed into a dog that learned to love and live life to its fullest!



          There was nothing more sweet than watching him run with our boys on a hike, with his tail wagging in ecstasy.



          Or snuggle with them or our other dog as they lay on the floor.





Or find a comfortable place of refuge when he was tired from a long day...


  He was a beautiful animal and shared many adventurefs with us throughout the coming years that followed.





            As you can see, Max loved going on adventures with our family!


          You might notice another small scruffy dog in some of these pictures I am posting.  That dog’s name was “Shala”.  She was cute as a button, but her name was short from the Biblical verse in Isaiah 8:1, “Maher-Shalal-hash-baz”, which means, “Destruction is imminent.”



  And believe me; she lived up to the name!  But she is another story altogether which I won’t get into today!

        With Max, I think it was because of the emotional journey that he went through (along with us) from that of being neglected and abused, to realize the peace, love and happiness that life can provide, that we grew so close and attached to him.  I do not believe it was by chance that he was led into our yard and became a part of our existence.

Our adventures with Max shaped our family and brought all of us deep joy and happiness.


          When Max suddenly passed away a few years later, he left a deep hole in our lives that has never been completely filled with the passing of time or other canine companions.


          Our solace comes in knowing that he now runs forever free from his psychological demons in his new divine abode.  I for one believe, that loving dogs like Max all go to Heaven!


          In fact, even as I am writing this blog and scanning through his old pictures, it is with mixed tears of both joy and sadness.  His emotional journey has changed me and our family, and has given us a different insight into abuse in its many forms which is rampant among society today.  It also taught us of the truly healing power of Love when it is given and received unconditionally.


          But now I would like to revert back to an earlier part of the story, which conveys the main message I want to share with you today.


          It was back in those first tenuous days as Max hunkered around our back yard in fear and ran away in terror every time we stepped outside. There was one moment when I watched him through the window, from inside the warmth of my home, and I remember thinking:
 “If only I could become a dog like him for a short period of time… then perhaps I could convince him that I am his friend, and convince him to come into the warmth and love we have to offer him where we dwell.”


          As these thoughts ran through my mind on that snowy December day, the Spirit touched my heart and brought a startling truth and understanding,
“That is why the Savior did it!  That is why he descended from His heavenly abode and came down among us!  That is why a divine God and Creator would condescend from His throne on high and be born in a lowly stable!”



          Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ came down so that He could be like us, and show us the way, and try to convince us of the reality of the love and warmth we can share with Him if we will but follow Him, and come unto Him... So that we can be transformed by the power of His love and dwell in the peace and happiness He has to offer all of us!



          That is why we celebrate the babe born in Bethlehem and call Him our "King, Wonderful, Counselor, The Mighty God, The Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace! " THAT IS THE TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS!!!

But there is yet another truth we need to understand about our experience with Max.  And that is that for the Lord's healing touch to have full affect on us, we need to reach the point where we can go "ALL IN" with what He is offering.

       Too often, we experience the gospel, or read the scriptures, or attempt to pray, but we are like Max on the back threshold of our doorstep in those early hesitant days.  We attempt to keep our feet out in the world, falsely thinking this is where our true safety zone is.  We stretch our necks out to partake of what is being spiritually offered, but like he did with his food dish, we drag it and ourselves back out into the cold, harsh world once again.

       Or we decide we want to enter in somewhat, but sit in the back, hiding in corners, trying to feel the warmth of the gospel, but not really opening up to the fullness of love which is being offered.

      No, it is only when we let down our spiritual guard and decide to go "All In" that we can truly become transformed by the depth and fullness of the love and healing Christ has to offer us.  Mercifully, He is patient with and rejoices in our efforts to pray tentatively, enter in hesitantly, and partake even partially.  But in reality, what He truly wants of us, it to partake FULLY and COMPLETELY.  When we finally open our hearts and let down our guard and quit trying to wander back out into worldly things, that is when the true miracles of change and transformation happen in our souls.


          Thank you Max, for helping teach me and all of us these profound and eternal lessons!

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!