>wagging my spiritual tail

>It was too late to blog by the time I got home yesterday so I thought I would give you a break. I am starting to feel an obligation to any of you that are regular readers and don’t want to let you down, but sometimes it just ain’t gonna happen…

Dog

I have a card in my study with a picture of a dog on it and the caption, “Dear Lord, please make me the kind of person my dog thinks I am.” I don’t have a dog, but when I was a teenager we had a lovely yellow labrador who showed the unconditional acceptance and devotion to which I think this card is alluding. She was always pleased to see me, could often sense sadness and come and give a dog equivalent of a hug (nuzzled with a wet nose) and loved spending time with me.

If only I demonstrated that same attitude in my relationship with Jesus (not the nuzzling with a wet nose). I know that when I spend less time with him in prayer and conversation I feel heavier (spiritually, not physically). I know that I do not always sense what Jesus is feeling or wanting to say about a situation. I am not always delighted by Jesus. Sometimes following him is a matter of will and discipline rather than a well of joy bubbling over within me (usually the same times when I have spent less time in prayer and conversation with Jesus). Sometimes spending time with him is squeezed by other people or the demands of ministry.


“Lord, please make me the kind of person you think I am.”


Ooooooh – that could be incredible. Jesus does not see me as a guilty sinner but as a forgiven friend. He does not see me as someone who always has to be joyful, but as someone with whom HE wants to spend time. It’s his choice!


Dog and Cat diaries:

The Dog’s Diary

  8:00 am – Dog food! My favourite thing!
  9:30 am – A car ride! My favourite thing!
  9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm – Ate a bone! My favourite thing!
  1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
  3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
  5:00 pm – Dinner! My favourite thing!
  7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
  8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!


The Cat’s Diary

Day 983 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.


The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Swines!


There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.


Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.


I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now …

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