So it has certainly been quite some time sine I last posted. I finally got around to writing this piece.
The idea behind is that Christians are like dogs. As you read this think of the dog as being a Christian.
I was not wanted. I was abandoned. I was left to struggle through life and fend for myself.
Then I was found. I was found by the most loving and caring being.
My name is Fido. I am a dog. A mutt. An outcast. But my Master loves me. He thinks I am beautiful and precious. He thinks I am worth His love and affection. I love spending time with Him. I love just being in His presence. I love Him loving me. It makes me just wag my tail when He gives me hugs and kisses. And I love the fact that He thinks I am worth His time and effort to train.
I am not perfect. I am not always obedient. In fact there are times when I don't even make the effort to be obedient. I don't always listen. I don't always come when He calls me. I don't always sit when I am told. I know He will reward me when I do listen, so why don't I? Why do I think what I want to do is better than His commands?
Sometimes, I will be napping and taking it easy when He calls me to come to Him. Do I want to go? Not really. That requires giving up my rest time. I want to have some time for myself. But right now He is calling me. And He keeps calling me. I decide to go to Him. What do I find He has for me? Meat! Something for me to really chew and grow on. Something really special for me. I am so glad that I listened.
Now don't let my name fool you. I am not entirely faithful towards my Master. I kinda have this 'other love'. This other desire. Something I just can't let go of. And that is running away. I find the door open and I just have to race through. A taste of my life before I was brought here. And something about running through the streets calls to me and begs me to come. And so I leave my Master's side. And I run off. I know I shouldn't do this. I know I shouldn't leave Him. But I do. And I feel completely torn. Part of me wants to race through the streets of the world. Entertaining my desires. And thrills at this "pleasure". And part of me longs to answer my Master's call. To return to His side. To my home beside Him. To my shelter and my comfort. Where I can rest at His feet and sleep in His shadow. My resting place. Where I know true joy in the arms of One who loves me no matter what. Running wild does not fill me with utter joy as does resting at my Master's feet. And yet I still pursue it.
Don't I know that running rampant through the streets could kill? That I could get ran over? Yes, I know this. So, why do I still run? It is safe in my home with my Master. Nothing to kill me.
When I return, my Master does not scold me. He takes me into His arms and rejoices over my return. Why did I think I would be happy running loose? This is where I belong!!!! And He loves me!!!! He is completely elated in my return. Whatever could replace this joy I feel in knowing He cares so much for me??? I LOVE BEING LOVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know I am growing better in resisting temptations. Sometimes, I'll find the door to outside wide open and yet I don't leave. I'll sit there and long to go outside. But I don't cave. Someday, I shan't even notice the door open. And I cannot wait for that time.
How can it be possible for two sides to reside in one being? How can I listen to my Master more consistently and immediately? How do I become a better Dog?
The idea behind is that Christians are like dogs. As you read this think of the dog as being a Christian.
I was not wanted. I was abandoned. I was left to struggle through life and fend for myself.
Then I was found. I was found by the most loving and caring being.
My name is Fido. I am a dog. A mutt. An outcast. But my Master loves me. He thinks I am beautiful and precious. He thinks I am worth His love and affection. I love spending time with Him. I love just being in His presence. I love Him loving me. It makes me just wag my tail when He gives me hugs and kisses. And I love the fact that He thinks I am worth His time and effort to train.
I am not perfect. I am not always obedient. In fact there are times when I don't even make the effort to be obedient. I don't always listen. I don't always come when He calls me. I don't always sit when I am told. I know He will reward me when I do listen, so why don't I? Why do I think what I want to do is better than His commands?
Sometimes, I will be napping and taking it easy when He calls me to come to Him. Do I want to go? Not really. That requires giving up my rest time. I want to have some time for myself. But right now He is calling me. And He keeps calling me. I decide to go to Him. What do I find He has for me? Meat! Something for me to really chew and grow on. Something really special for me. I am so glad that I listened.
Now don't let my name fool you. I am not entirely faithful towards my Master. I kinda have this 'other love'. This other desire. Something I just can't let go of. And that is running away. I find the door open and I just have to race through. A taste of my life before I was brought here. And something about running through the streets calls to me and begs me to come. And so I leave my Master's side. And I run off. I know I shouldn't do this. I know I shouldn't leave Him. But I do. And I feel completely torn. Part of me wants to race through the streets of the world. Entertaining my desires. And thrills at this "pleasure". And part of me longs to answer my Master's call. To return to His side. To my home beside Him. To my shelter and my comfort. Where I can rest at His feet and sleep in His shadow. My resting place. Where I know true joy in the arms of One who loves me no matter what. Running wild does not fill me with utter joy as does resting at my Master's feet. And yet I still pursue it.
Don't I know that running rampant through the streets could kill? That I could get ran over? Yes, I know this. So, why do I still run? It is safe in my home with my Master. Nothing to kill me.
When I return, my Master does not scold me. He takes me into His arms and rejoices over my return. Why did I think I would be happy running loose? This is where I belong!!!! And He loves me!!!! He is completely elated in my return. Whatever could replace this joy I feel in knowing He cares so much for me??? I LOVE BEING LOVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know I am growing better in resisting temptations. Sometimes, I'll find the door to outside wide open and yet I don't leave. I'll sit there and long to go outside. But I don't cave. Someday, I shan't even notice the door open. And I cannot wait for that time.
How can it be possible for two sides to reside in one being? How can I listen to my Master more consistently and immediately? How do I become a better Dog?


