Sermon "Skill in Your Hand & God in Your Heart"

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Walking My Dog


While I was on vacation a couple of weeks ago, I had a lot of time to observe and think. I always try to see God and His truth in everyday things; and I thank Him that He uses just about everything to speak to me, even sometimes the weirdest of things.
For example, I noticed a lot of people on vacation with their dogs. I'm an early riser, so I was up to observe several who got up early to walk their dogs. Wow, what a country we live in. Dogs get to go on vacation too. For each person I saw walking their dog, the morning routine was about the same. The person would be supposedly walking his/her dog, but the dog was usually doing the walking. When the dog wanted to stop, they stopped; when the dog wanted to go, they went; when the dog was tired of walking they headed for home. Even when the dog had to poop, they stopped.. waited patiently for him to do his business, which then became their business because they had to pick it up. With a plastic bag in hand, they picked up the dog's poop. I understand why they do that of course, and I appreciate them doing that because I didn't want their business to become my business. But I am amazed by the life of those dogs and the millions of other dogs who get people to follow them around and pick up their poop. Sometimes when we think dogs are barking, I think they may actually be laughing.
There was a spiritual truth I saw playing out in that morning ritual. I realized that sin can be like those dogs. See, after I got saved, I thought I had all my sin under control; on a leash so to speak. But I have to admit that's really no secret to God is that sometimes it's actually leading me around. Sometimes, when it wants to go, we go; when it wants to stop, we stop; when it's ready to make a mess in my life, I feel the only thing I can do is wait to clean it up. And there I am looking like those people standing behind their dogs with plastic bag in hand.
I pray that God will help me to bring my dogs into submission. Not just some of them some of the time; I mean all of them all of the time. I don't want them leading me any longer, because they never lead me closer to the Lord. I am born again, I have been redeemed, I am now a new creation, and all of my dogs need to know that.

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