Stupid Dog

With slightly more manageable temperatures during the recent Carolina mornings, I have taken up the habit of taking a good walk when I first wake up. I make my way through the neighborhood with an iPod full of great worship music and inspiring messages, a hopefully healthier set of veins and arteries, and a sense of befuddlement as to why I see school buses driving around at 5:30 AM. And then there's the stupid dog.

I pity the poor neighbors who are located near this barker. He (this dog just has to be male as much as he just doesn't get it...)is just far enough away from our house that I don't hear him all the time, but now I have indeed found the source of that yelping that I experience from afar. I have taken to tip-toeing by this area of my walk hoping that he doesn't hear me and start with his endless woofing.

Most of the time, however, he hears me and gets cranked up. Just about the time it started to amuse me how stupid, backward, and unrefined this canine motor-mouth is, it hit me that I am just like him when it comes to prayer. I enjoy my life in my comfortable little fenced pen mostly oblivious to all that is going on around me. Every so often, something happens to catch my attention (maybe it's God walking by, but I'm not sure that works well in my illustration here) and I let my voice be heard. "Oh, hey, there goes God coming by this way again, maybe I ought to say something". Once out of my sight, I go back to life as usual in my own little kingdom. If I happen to notice Him again as He strolls by, maybe I'll engage again, but no big deal if I don't. And who knows what I'm saying if I do respond. Maybe it's just annoying and mindless and tends to tick off others who are nearby.

Mind you, I'm not moping around with a "I'm a terrible person" mentality. I just wish I didn't pray like a stupid dog. Who knows, maybe tomorrow morning, the dog will be waiting for me and eagerly anticipating my presence and instructions.