My wife and I have a rescue dog named Cooper and I just now wrote a 'beautiful' poem that captures my life with him.
Ode to Cooper
Cooper is our little rescue dog;
there's no doubt he LOVES my wife Mary,.
BUT despite the fact I 'm the one who rescued him;
.. for me.. Cooper remains wary.
I so want Cooper to love me too..
but he's a work in progress..
You see Cooper does not trust me ..
leaving me judged without due process.
Ok, ok.. I won't quit my day job. :)
But then I stop and realize.. I am SORTA a rescue dog too.
In this big old bad world I turn on the evening news and get uneasy, I growl at politicians, pace the room, and then more news SHOWS spew this world's hatred, racism, and violence all with a narrative void of truth leaving me out of control barking my panic and distrust of this world.
This state of panic and unease leaves me in reality wary of God. Oh I would not say it (or bark it) out loud, but here is God my perfect Heavenly Father, Jesus my Savior, and the Holy Spirit my comforter here to be my rescuer, but instead I am focused on this broken world.
But just like Cooper I need to chill.
Chill and realize this broken world is the result of man's own free will, and compromised desires. This brokenness was never a part of God's plan. So chill Jeff, and realize in God I have hope, a future, and a plan for happiness. So.. No more barking at God.
May each of you find your hope in the loving Heavenly Father who sent his son Jesus for our rescue, and his Holy Spirit for our comfort.
Also note: God is still our rescuer even when we bark.
Now if Cooper would only understand that about me.
Jeff (Rescued) Larson
The mutterings on life and faith by cartoonist Jeff Larson