TITLE: I learned it from a dog 14-05-2014
By JK Stenger
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It had been a long and tiring day and when I stepped into the house my mind was on problems and business. But that changed quickly, because I received a most wonderful welcome from our black Labrador retriever.
She skipped and danced, wagged her tail and started to bark excitedly as if to say: “The master came. The master is home!”
It made me feel good and I couldn't help but smile and give her the attention she demanded. A dog after all is man's best friend.
Then a funny thought struck me. Am I just as excited to see Jesus?
Maybe you object and argue that comparing our relationship with Jesus to that of a dog and its master is stretching it a bit.
And you are right. We are so much more than dogs. For starters, God has given us the ability to think for ourselves, something that dogs can't do.
But the enthusiasm and sheer joy that bubbles up in dogs after being reunited with the master are things we can almost be jealous of.
Sometimes I sigh when it's time for a bible study and I have had my dry spells in prayer. So I wonder, why am I not always on cloud nine when the Master comes?
Is my personal prayer time dry because I sometimes treat the King of the universe more like the mailman who delivers the ordered goodies instead of respecting Him for who He is? It makes me wonder.
When I read about the heroes of faith I notice they have one thing in common. They like to pray. They like to spend time in the Word. To them it was no bore. They looked forward to that moment that the Master came home. They loved being with the Master early in the morning, late at night and almost constantly throughout the day.
Is that attitude only reserved for the great heroes of faith? Those with the iron wills and great ability to discipline their fleshly bodies?
For a while I did think so, but after seeing my dog I think I am beginning to understand. My dog isn't only happy because he knows I secure his food, and because I take him on nice long walks through the fields. It's much more than that. He's simply happy because he wants to be with me. That's all; nothing more, nothing less.
And that's my point.
Sometimes my time with God is flat, because I've got my priorities wrong. At those moments I am not seeking God because I like to be with Him, but because I’m caught up in thoughts about my own needs, when I feel miserable, or hungry, or sad.
It's not wrong to pray for needs. Jesus wants us to do that. But the cornerstone of our relationship with God should be that we want to be with Him, because we like to.
Maybe I won’t be jumping up and down screaming joyous phrases when it's time for bible study, but I want my heart so cleared of self that there is only place for that deep and uninterrupted fellowship with the Master.
Oswald Chambers said: “The goal of prayer is that we get closer to God. It's not answered prayer.”
I want to take that lesson to heart.
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