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He was liked a cracked old statue just living in the shadows. He grinned from time to time when they would give him the attention he deserved, but, for the most part he sat there in the back room with a grimace that were marked by wrinkles--marked by sadness.
The grass hadn't been cut for days and days, but the park was a fun place to take him. It was there, they could show him off to the crowds, or maybe it was to show themselves off. A long skinny piece of wood flung through the air as he would lunge and grab it and the crowds would go wild. But, that is all he was good for. Tricks and crowd-pleasers. One time, they went to grab his paw and he just sat there wishing they would love him for just being, for just being. This made the owners mad, unsettled, and embarassed by their pet. He wasn't what they expected. But, neither were they.
As they got older, it seemed that the pet would not respond to his name. Or maybe it was them that wouldn't respond. They seemed to have gotten used to the pet coming at every beckon call, they got numb to his existence. They got used to his presence. What a waste.
How many times do we treat God like the pet above? Thinking that He is there to be some cosmic genie or santa claus? And we get so numb to Him being around that he becomes just a pet we tend to ignore and only "play" with when we want something, for our attention. For our goals. Sometimes we will take him to the "park" (church) and show him off and use him to show our knowledge of him off for our own glory. What a shame. God loves us yes, and he listens, but He will not always answer prayer or "do tricks" as we please Him to do. He will take care of us and he will be man's best friend like no other. He already showed that fact by dying for us.
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