A Dog's Portion
Sometimes, we will allow our dog to venture outdoors when someone is leaving. He will mindlessly follow them out like he is attending them some where. Usually, he doesn’t see us close the door behind him. But he always figures it out after our guests drive away and leave him alone.
He is a house dog. He loves the outside world but he is utterly afraid of being out there alone. He fears for his own life and you can see it clear as day. Once he realizes that he is unprotected, he darts to the front door and frantically begs to have it opened. Inside, you can hear him desperately clawing at the entrance whimpering like death is standing behind him with its deadly scythe in the air ready to fall. It is so dramatizing for him – and for us to hear him. He sounds like he is being tortured and in utter despair. “Save me! Save me!”
But it is so anti-climatic when I open the door. He doesn’t rush to my feet or even rush inside. He takes his time as if he really wants to be outside, but he wants my out there so that can have his protection. It is really sad to see.
It hit me one morning. This is how things are. We are like dogs who love the outside world. But we want the eternal protection. We don’t want the death that the world brings. To many of us, God is the lesser of two evils. Someone said it is like “I don’t want God’s presence, but I don’t want hell more.”
In all actuality, we want the world. But we don’t want the world’s end. Like my dog, our hearts are outside, but our hands are inside. We run to our Master for safe-keeping but we really want to run outside.
Isn’t that how we are? Do we follow those who leave the Master’s dwelling and venture into the world because, like them, we want to be some where other than where God is? Isn’t it true that most of us don’t want God’s presence, but don’t want hell even more? Are we not the ones who come into the Master’s dwelling because hell frightens us?
What does that make of God? Where does that position our heart?
I wonder what we would be like if we came to the Master’s dwelling because we wanted our Master more than we wanted the world. I can’t help but ask myself , “Is Christ just my ticket out of hell or is He my all satisfaction?”
Would I still want heaven if God were not there?
I should say in my heart as the Psalmist did, “Whom have I in heaven but you? And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever” (Ps. 73:25-26).