Monday, May 18, 2009

Dogs Are Weird

It's been a while since I last posted. I've been a little busy with school work. They don't make it easy for you to have time to do anything that engages your mind outside of each individual class, which makes me question the validity of the education; if the work they assign only succeeds in overwhelming you to the point that you don't want to learn anymore, what's the point? The education system could definately use some major changes; I don't think man in general was made to grow based on a checking off requirements and living up to standards, even though we've made every system work this way. Where's the grace to fail? Maybe more on this later.

So dogs are weird. I might need to provide the background. I am currently back at my house from college, and my family has a dog, Jenkins--we're not really sure what breed he is. He is a great dog but he can be a little crazy.

As a puppy, or at least as a younger dog he was quite friendly and decently adventurous; my dad would take him to the park and they'd walk up the creek with Jenkins avoiding dry areas as much as possible, or my mom would take him out to her parent's land where there is a lot of space to run and explore. Jenkins enjoyed these outings. On one of the times out to my grandparents' land-- my dad actually took him that time-- he was riding back in the car sticking his head out the window and a little overenthused that he actually fell out the car window. My dad wasn't driving very fast so he was fine.

Now, however, Jenkins has gotten a bit strange. All these places he used to love to go to; he's afraid of now. He will barely get out of the car. He has a set routine of places he will go on his walk which only extends to a few blocks from the house down one street. And he likes to be near people otherwise he doesn't even want to be in the fenced in backyard. The basement has also become a no-go zone--with rare exceptions--due to barking of the three yorkies my brother and his wife have. The spaces which he will go are closing in. He has a comfort zone but it's more of a jail of sorts which he's made for himself out of his fears of unreal dangers. He's a little bundle of fears. Other times, he tries to attack one of us if we upset his space or if he thinks we're going to make him do something against his will. He rebels to get his own way, even if it means that he's putting himself in a jail of sorts by just lying around the house when we would rather see him enjoying going places.

How like this we are in our sin. We hold onto fears, comfortable places, or what we want so tightly that we hold the door of our own jail cell shut and maybe even get angry at anyone who trys dislodge us from our errors.

Jesus has already opened our jail cells though. So why do we still hold on to them? He desires for us to be free, to exult in our time with him, to live the full lives we were made to live, and not to be trapped in our prisons. We have nothing to fear, for perfect love drives out all fear. If we truly know this, can we even have a comfort zone? He has no limits. Through Him we can do all things. Life with Him is an adventure.