The other day I was sitting on my couch in the early evening, feeding Ezra and staring out the window. I happened to see a dog run across my lawn, across my neighbour’s lawn, across the street (almost getting hit by a car), and then crapping on a lawn across the street before running out of view again.
At first, I thought about how free he was, running across the lawns, but fully prepared to be angry if he should deface my lawn if you know what I mean. I was his owner was following soon behind him, but no one came. Then I watched him run across the street and come so close to being hit by a car. The dog just continued on as though he didn’t even realize how close to death he was! And he looked as happy as a clam while doing business on my neighbour-across-the-street’s lawn, of course not realizing that pooping on their lawn would probably really tick them off.
I hate to say it, but I saw myself in this dog. Myself before I knew Christ and even sometimes myself when I forget about him. I saw myself thinking I was free, running around doing as I pleased without much thought about the consequences or how it might affect others. Unknowingly putting myself in danger and seriously at risk of death.
If this dog stayed near his owner, he wouldn’t have to be chained by a leash but could be gently guided toward better and safer behaviour by someone who can see more than a dog’s-eye-view. I know from my own experience that choosing to be near God does not mean that I am chaining myself up to a list of rules, but choosing to live in a way that will work out far better than what I was doing before, so I don’t get hit by a car or tick someone off by pooping on their lawn.
Just something I’ve been thinking about.