I was walking out the door when a news bulletin caught my attention. The film clip showed a pack of dogs running in a neighborhood, the reporter was saying “A pack of dogs in terrorizing one neighborhood and the Animal Control has been called in to see if they can capture them, more on this story at noon.” As I went to get in my car something about seeing those dogs running made me sad. Yes, confronted by them I would be terrified and I know that something will have to be done before someone gets seriously hurt or worse yet, killed, however, my thought was this, all those dogs were puppies one time, tiny little puppies that nursed at their momma’s teats and were possibly even loved by a family. What happened that took those little puppies and turned them into vicious rogue animals that are now being hunted with orders for them to be killed if they couldn’t be captured?
There are certain breeds of dogs that are bred to be vicious and fight, they don’t know any life other than that, I feel sick to my stomach when I even think about it, people with money in their hand standing around cages where dogs fight for their life, or the beautiful Greyhound that races around a track chasing a mechanical rabbit that if he ever catches is automatically put aside or put down because now the dog realizes that it isn’t a real, live rabbit. There’s something not right about that, they will kill a dog for being smart enough to realize he has been played for a fool.
Then I thought about certain people I have known, and if you have read me for a while you know I am generally on the side of the under-dog, people who have been called names, shunned, put aside because they look “rough” or because they don’t fit into the “preppie” style that is more pleasing to on-lookers.
This week I saw a homeless woman who died in the ER, she had been coming in there or had been brought in by policemen because she was on the street and drunk, this time she didn’t walk out, she died. Everyone in the ER came around to “say good-bye” to her and someone had found a picture that she was carrying of herself when she was young. In that picture, from her hairstyle it was obviously made in the early sixties, it looked as if she was posing for a school yearbook picture. Her hair was short and neatly combed, the round collar of a white shirt was showing over the crew neck of her sweater and she was smiling.
What happened, who failed?
Last week a homeless man was thrown out of a local restaurant with the manager telling him he couldn’t help him, for God’s sake couldn’t he find a basket of bread someone had wasted or left on their table to give him?
You can’t tell what’s going on by looking at a person, I found out recently that one of my peer had not asked me for a date when I was a teen because he thought we were rich and I was “out of his league”. How funny that is when at that time we were so poor that I was actually sharing underwear with my mother, my brother put cardboard in the bottom of his shoes because the sole of the shoe had worn through and we were accepting government food! Evidently we carried it well if we looked “rich”.
Matthew 25:41-45 “Then he will turn to the ones on his left, and say, ‘Get out, You’re good for nothing but the fires of hell. And why? Because, I was hungry and you gave me no meal, I was thirsty and you gave me no drink, I was homeless and you gave me no bed, I was shivering and you gave me no clothes, Sick and in prison, and you never visited.’” Then they are going to say, ‘Master, what are you talking about? When did we ever see you hungry or thirsty or homeless or shivering or sick or in prison and didn’t help?’” He will answer them, ‘I’m telling the solemn truth: Whenever you failed to do one of these things to someone who was being overlooked or ignored, that was me—you failed to do it to me.’
We were all just sweet, harmless puppies a long time ago; it’s the manner in which we have been treated that has made the difference.
God loves every one of us, whole, lame, ugly, beautiful and yes He loves us even if we are mean.