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(This newsletter was originally written in April 2005. I’m just fresh out of doing the Mark Schultz/POG concert and after that event again had thoughts about how we so much want to communicate with and praise God, even though we have very limited ability to share that for the most part and are limited in our attempt to do so many of the times. So, I thought I’d revisit this note, reading it encouraged me once again, hope it encourages you as well… By the way, Ivy is still doing just fine!) My Dog Wants To Talk to Me! That's true. I've seen it! But, that's not the place to begin. Ivy is her name. She is our second Beagle. If you remember I did a newsletter a few years ago about our first Beagle, Jessie. I identified in that earlier letter how much Jessie meant to me. She was the first dog that had lived in our house and the first dog that, in some strange way, became a very real part of our family. She didn't really do that much to be so "connected to us" but she "connected" just the same. As I recall, the whole purpose of that letter was to identify how much we all loved Jessie just because she was our dog. She certainly was not the only dog deserving of such love, but no other dog got the attention and the affection as much as Jessie did in our lives. I compared our love for Jessie dog to the Love of God for "His" own, His family. A family made up of believers. That Love for us is justified only because we are His. It's not because we deserve it, or earn it; it's just because we're His! His Grace grants it to us. (Galatians Chapter 3) I really loved writing that letter. As I wrote it I discovered how deep, how wide and how high the love of Christ is for all "His children" that have accepted being chosen by Him. Just as we chose Jessie at the kennel, so the Creator of the Universe chose you and picked you out to be a part of His family. All the things Jessie needed (shelter, food and love) we provided. Jessie loved us as much as we loved her. Now as dogs go, she was a great dog and a dog that taught me a great lesson about God's Love for His children.
There's a very rare simplicity in "dog and master love." I really don't do very much to cause Ivy to respond to me, to love me so. Oh, I feed her, give her water and take her outside. But, that's about it. Actually, she could live without me, I suppose. It would be harder living without my love but she could do it. (We, too, can live without His love, but it's not easy, not comfortable, not pleasant, and simply not the way it was meant to be.) For all the things I "don't do" for Ivy, she still gets so excited when I get home each night. She's devoted. Just like clockwork, Ivy meets me at the door each night and "just loves me to death." It pleases me so to have that happen. It's rare in this world that anyone is "unjustifiably happy" just to see someone else. It surely is the same way with the Father. I'm sure when we meet with Him he is overjoyed to have us so "giddy" to be with Him. What great pleasure He must get out of those moments. Ivy's "tickled" with any attention I give her; she goes "nuts" about it. She jumps high in the air, spins, twists and barks with an unusual vigor. Man-worship if you will! When you take the time to watch and notice her response, it almost brings tears to your eyes to be the benefactor of so much approval and love. How the Father must feel when we celebrate before Him. My dog wants to talk to me! She really does. She wants to communicate so badly and be much more a part of the relationship. But you know the important thing? Ivy does all she can do to express her love for me. It's an expression with limits. I'm sure in the scheme of all Creation, our expression to the Father is limited as well. However, just as I appreciate and recognize Ivy's "limited" expression of love, the Father recognizes our expressions as well. My heart breaks observing her desire mixed with her minimum ability to interact with me. She can't "say what she wants to say" but I love "the desire to talk to me" just the same.
Dog ownership is "strange" in so many ways. It
seems like an ancient idea, perhaps from the loneliness of some earlier time. I
know that people that have never owned a dog that's been a part |
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