Saturday, August 21, 2010

MY DOG CHUNKER KNOWS HOW TO WORSHIP


He comes into my presence with respect and reverence, bringing his favorite bone or toy as a sacrifice of love for me. Then he waits patiently at my feet, waits for me to acknowledge him.  If I ignore him, he will gently nudge me.  He is patient but persistent, willing to wait for me but unwilling to be denied access to his master. The love that shines through his humility reflects a heart full of loving compassion and trust. I know that he would do anything for me, anything.  And he knows that I will always love and care for him; and when he does wrong he knows there is no depth to my forgiveness.
Although I may be preoccupied with many very important things - I do have infinitely more significant things on my mind, responsibilities and duties well beyond my poor dog’s finite, self centered little mind - the love radiating from his heart always draws me to him. It isn’t so much how he expresses his love for me, but the passion with which it flows forth that impels me to stop whatever I am doing and reach down to him.
With loving tenderness I reach out and touch him, the radiant glow in his eyes responding to my touch, my presence. But sometimes he wants more and presses in with an insatiable desire for me to express my love for him, to touch my face. And then something marvelous happens; there comes that incomparable moment of incomprehensible bliss when, driven by his love, I wrap my arms about him and draw him as close as I can.  His face presses against my face and for a few brief moments - as time stops - we are intermingled as one in the reciprocity of our love.  It is joy unspeakable!
It is for these precious moments that I live and it is why God created me.  He made me in His image with His capacity to love so we could love each other.  It’s the only thing He doesn’t have and can’t create because He wants the real thing, my love freely given.  God lives in, dwells in and enthrones Himself in my loving worship and will always respond to the love of my heart freely expressed toward Him.
WORSHIP IS THE LOVE SONG OF THE REDEEMED

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