For all you dog lovers… I prefer cats, but dogs are cool too. I personally have nothing against dogs.
But you have to admit, a dog is a pretty lowly creature. A cat can keep itself clean, doesn’t need to be walked, doesn’t drool or lick you incessantly(in most cases)….but nevertheless, I digress.
Recently, after revisiting a poem i wrote about “dogs” ( which you’ll have a chance to read shortly), I examined my motivations behind writing such deliberately harsh verses. After doing a quick search at blueletterbible.org…I realized that God often refers to dogs harshly as well, and when He’s refering to dogs He’s often metaphorically speaking of the sinner….namely, US.
Here are just a few examples:
They are dogs with mighty appetites; they never have enough. They are shepherds who lack understanding; they all turn to their own way, each seeks his own gain. Isaiah 56:11
“Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and then turn and tear you to pieces. Matthew 7:6
He replied, “It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to their dogs.” Matthew 15:26
And so I came to the conclusion that the following poem was once written in response to the memory of my doggish days.
Here it go.–Untitled– We were once doggish. feasting on fodder in a low, dark place. Let us focalize our lives of old! And scream madly for furtherance apart from it! We were a feral people, in a sad wild state, roaming and muddy. Our mouths…feculant. Our bodies…shamelessly defiled. The tongue, a whip for the flay of human souls! we, the dead. we, the ash of the air. we, a stench of hatred, with a thickness of despair. Laden with a load, we did not sit, nor stand, nor walk. Our souls still, heavy with the paste of sin. The muck of it. The disaster. Weighed down in greasy, disgusting matter. But lo, I recall these moments as in history! For we were once as doggish beasts. Our lives of old were lives of the caked crusts of hell. Less than all things, no light, no rescue. How then are we here? In us there was no hardiness. No correctness in the least, nor the greatest. Recall yet, How fluxuous the world can be! While our doggish form still reigned in us, master over our frames… there has always been One with whom all rested. And He poured over us a mixture too delightful to comprehend! Human foible has often tried to describe… the Truth for all has been unveiled to all! The fragrance of Life is harmonic with us now! Blessed are we, His children. Kneeling on the hassock before Him, we cry Abba, Father! Because now that fearsome dark has been overcome! Our doggish drooling, turned to prudent pleading, passion for purity. Hope is in. We, the living! We, the loved! We, redeemed, and abiding in the aroma of Life. Henceforth, let us recall our dog days as past. For we are sheltered by Him, Our Master. And never alone.
It’s impossible for a dog to be transformed into a man. Just as it is impossible for an innately sinful human to be righteous. Jesus Christ made this transformation possible when He gave His life for us. To me this means I don’t have to run around acting like a dog anymore. I can walk and live like I was always meant to. I urge you to dive into the scriptures and seek to understand for yourself what this means for you. With that, my prayer is that we would humbly allow Jesus Christ to reign in our hearts as Master over us. Remember, He paid the price for all our sins when He died on the cross! Perhaps some might turn away from sin and chase after Him. God Bless!
“Yes, Lord,” she said, “but even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their masters’ table.” Matthew 15:27