CONSIDER THE PUPPY

God created man on the sixth day.  Then the Bible says, God saw everything He had made and, behold, it was very good.  Man, very good?  Man?  With all his ability to goof up?  God, why did you care about man?

Jesus told us some about God’s care for man when he said, consider the lilies, even Solomon was not arrayed in their splendor.  But don’t worry. Your father in heaven knows what you have need of.  And Jesus also said consider the sparrow, not one of them falls to the ground without the Father knowing, you are of more value than many sparrows   The following story is a parable called Consider the Puppy.

Go with me to a pet store one weekday morning back in time. ———–

Oh, you darling puppy. Wow, you are a furry ball of energy aren’t you?  You jump like you have a pogo stick under you. Here let me hold you.  You’re so cute with big button nose and eyes, gorgeous hair, funny teeth.

Seeing a sales person, I ask, “Do you know what kind of dog this is?” “ Shitz Tsu,” she responded.

Be still, little rascal, let me look at you.

“How much does this puppy cost?”  Ooh, $350?  That would sure take a bite out of the budget. Oh, I could manage to pay it, It can be for my next birthday.  He is so cute!  Sammy would have a fit, he doesn’t even want a free dog.  But Sammy will let me when he knows how much I care.

There will be heart pills, rabies shots, license  – oh, well, I’ll manage. I’d have to provide a place for him so he couldn’t run away.  It will be hard to build a fence.  His hair is long: hard to bathe, terrible to groom, great hiding place for fleas.  What will I do with him when we go on trips?  What if he grows to be a barker?  And some little dogs nip at children. Have to be fed, watered, and walked every day.

No, too many problems, too much mess.  I left the store without him.

Oh, but not to worry!  I had the answer.  I bought a cute furry mechanical puppy.  He was precious!  I could turn him on when I wanted to play with him. At the sound of my voice, he would bark, growl, come when I called.  I could turn him off when I wanted to.  No fuss, no fence, no feeding!

But alas, no life, no love, no loyalty, no laughter.

Mothers, how would you like to give birth to a doll?

Fathers, would you like Ford Motor Company to roll a splendid new son off the rack for you?

Oh, yes!  I did it.  I went out and bought a puppy.  The real thing. I got a bargain. He was $300 instead of $350.  Almost every problem I anticipated came to pass, with some wetting on the carpet thrown in.  I fussed, fenced, fed.  He lavished life, love and  loyalty, with lots of occasions for laughter!  And I said,  “That’s good.” and I loved him in spite of his messes until the day he died. ———–

Yes, God knew man would mess up, but still he was willing to pay the cost.  You can give him joy in the same way my puppy gave me joy.  Just claim him as Master, and give him your life, love, and loyalty.  And by the way you will probably also give him lots of messes to clean up and also plenty of occasions for laughter.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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