The Ugly Dog Next Door

The ugly dog next door was a constant annoyance for me when I was growing up. I didn’t like the dog because he was ugly and always wanting attention, but my friend, the owner of the dog loved that dog with all his heart. They went virtually everywhere together and they played together constantly.  I thought, I could never have an ugly dog like that, there would be no way I could love something that ugly.
One day my friend showed up at my house looking like the world had come to an end. I asked him what was wrong and he told me his dog had been run over and died, it was only at that moment I realized his dog wasn’t at his side. A part of me was relieved I wouldn’t have to put up with that ugly dog any longer, but there was a part of me that was sad for my friends loss.
After a few years and we went our own ways, I became consumed with life and a family and the past drifted farther behind me. It was then fate dealt me an opportunity to understand my friend’s compassion for his ugly dog. I acquired my own small ugly dog one day, it was as ugly as any dog can get, but the dog grew on me and I became attached to the dog as one can be to an animal. I took that dog everywhere, when you saw me you saw the dog. It was only then I could fully appreciate my friends love for his dog, his companion in life. It was only then I saw my short sightedness and it was then I saw for the first time how we must look in the eyes of God.
We aren’t dogs in his sight, but the love he has for us is sometimes hard to understand in human terms; we may find ourselves thinking sometimes, “How could God love someone like that?”  How can we understand his love unless we put ourselves in his shoes, For God so loved the world, he gave his only begotten son. It makes you sad to think we’ve lived on this earth as long as some of us have and we can’t even begin to understand that kind of love. What a better world this would be if we all loved others like we are capable of loving a small ugly dog.

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