Unsettled
There is only one answer for the man who kicked a poor defenseless dog across a yard...
A dog with liquid, soft, gentle eyes, and a very kind soul.
It broke my heart and I felt helpless.
The anger and misery that lived in this man tried to bring me down.
I cried for this beautiful innocent dog, and I did not like the human race that day.
I felt the loss that the poor dog felt, and I felt his fear and humiliation.
I yelled at the man from across the yard to 'STOP IT!'
I had a brief vision of a baseball bat breaking both of his shins.
This beautiful pup was looking for love, but instead he received hate...
And yet, he was still wagging his tail, even as he was crying.
The dog just did not understand.
He had known only love from humans.
Then comes this misery filled, angry individual whose only goal was to kick the absolute life
Out of something to try to expel his self-perceived power over something that would not dare fight back.
How much you wanna bet it didn't work?
The man left with the same misery that he came into the yard with.
He left with the same misery that he stumbled around the yard in a rage with.
His presence and actions indicated cowardice.
I think when he was young, someone exerted their abusive power over him.
There is help out there for people who have been kicked around, but
It's much easier to hurt a poor dog than it is to work on ones self.
Today, I detest the human race.
A miserable lot, we are.
It is difficult to witness stark reality.
For those who devalue animals, remember this:
God even knows when a sparrow falls!
He is concerned for all of His creation.
We are supposed to be caretakers here, not destroyers!
Far distant memories flooded my soul as I thought about what I had witnessed,
And what I had tried to stop.
Memories of my father kicking two beautiful German Shepherd Puppies across the floor
Still haunt me.
Memories of his anger and his hate for me at times still haunt me.
Holes punched through walls and bloody knuckles still haunt me.
For years I heard his hate-filled voice, booming inside of my head, yelling obscenities at me,
And anyone else within striking distance.
Though I refuse to be what he was, his memory still haunts me.
And although I fight to control my emotions, afraid of somehow tuning into him,
His memory still saddens me.
Every time I witness an act of cruelty against something, animal or human,
That is too young or weak to fight back,
I realize the memory of what he was is right behind me still,
Trying to terrorize me,
And trying so desperately to get to me,
Trying to drag me down,
And aiming the arrows at my heart,
Wishing to eat me alive,
To incapacitate me
And utterly and completely destroy me,
It seems his memory is trying to finish off what he started when he was alive,
From the very particles in the air
Where they threw his ashes.
So I look into the eyes of Sammy, my furry doggie friend,
And he kisses my face as he sees me crying.
I hug his neck and we talk about it.
I lock my gate and make the world go away.
Dragonflies and beautiful butterflies dance around my garden.
But, I am still unsettled.
I think we, as Christians, have missed it!
Jesus does save! Jesus does comfort, and heal.
But we cannot sit and expect it all from Him
Without doing our part, and without expecting the fight of our life.
For, it takes work to be whole.
It takes an act of our very depraved, stubborn will
To admit that we need Him to forgive, and heal us.
The reason that we need a Savior is because we are a miserable lot.
We cannot save ourselves.
Just for a moment I'd like the Christians to listen.
You know how you were before He saved you.
And you know you still struggle after your Salvation.
That is why He died! We could never save ourselves,
Because we were sinners from the day we were born.
The answer is His Forgiveness, and His love.
We truly cannot love others, or be concerned for their welfare,
If He is not in our hearts.
The example we have given the world is not a good one.
We have been more interested in church 'numbers'
And church programs, and new and innovative ways to reach the unchurched.
Wait! Unchurched? What about reaching the lost with Jesus Himself!
What about actually caring, and really being concerned and interested
In the people that He allows to walk through our doors?
Let's try to be concerned with what concerns them.
Value their lives, and everything that has to do with their lives.
Then, reach them with the simplicity and love that is in Him!
The pure love that grabs a person's heart, and makes them want to receive Him!
Truly saved people know what I am speaking of here.
Acceptance where there is not any acceptance.
The world will tear us up and spit us out.
Jesus forgives us in spite of ourselves and invites us to come and be a part
Of His everlasting kingdom.
He forgave me in spite of me!
I did not deserve it. I deserved death.
He reached down and calmed my heart, and quieted my trembling soul.
When I was young, I was made fun of, and taunted.
I never did fit in...
But I am absolutely accepted by Jesus Himself!
Ask Him, He'll show you, too.
I was heading straight to the grave
When He intervened.
Please allow Him to intervene in your life too!
The only answer for your anger, and misery is Jesus.
Please hear this from a person that struggles with frustration,
And has dealt with angry feelings.
The first step is admitting your need.
Run to Him! He waits, with love and tenderness.
He waits for you.
By wolfycat
© 2008 wolfycat
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