I watch The Dodo on the internet. It is always encouraging to watch the rescues. A dog, found in a dump, covered in mange, bones showing through cut and damaged skin with other possible injuries and complications. The rescuer moves in to help. The dog growls, bares his teeth and cowers with all the visual signs of terror, anger, and defensiveness. Bit by bit, with food, soft tones, and various indicators of kindness, the rescuer moves in and lures the dog into capture, putting it in a cage.
The next step is heading to the vet. The vet examines all the injuries, malnutrition, and other issues. Now, prescriptions in hand, the rescuer takes the dog home to begin the treatments and therapies. Soon, the video begins to show the progress.
The dog now has a name, is eating regularly, and beginning to look like a dog instead of a four legged disease. Fur begins to sprout to a point where you can identify the dog’s coloring. Two primary changes have taken place. The dog is regaining trust and no longer fights the rescuer but has identified him as friend, or better, as the most favorite friend. The dog is put in the company of other pets and begins the restoration of relationships. His identity has changed with his health, and his world has changed with his rescue.
This is simply what the video shows, where you look. But what do you see? I see the story of salvation. I see a creature, crushed by sin and devastation, trying to survive on the refuse of a broken world. I see Jesus come on the scene. I see how the sinner responds to the rescuer, how I responded to Jesus when I first sensed his approach. I cowered, was antagonistic, and struggled every way I could against the help I was to receive and desperately needed. The first stages of walking with Jesus were similar to the dog’s. I felt I was caged, poked, prodded, and put through all kinds of therapy that I found unfamiliar and frustrating.
My relationship with my rescuer changed. I went from total avoidance to desire for presence. I entered the church and began building friendships. My friendships were now with those who also trusted the rescuer. I passed the initial stages of the rescue and have established enough of the basics of Jesus and Godly relationships to strengthen me and equip me for the rest of the journey.
The Holy Spirit teaches us to see Jesus. We can see Him in anything our eyes behold. All creation testifies of His presence and Lordship. Our eyes determine where we look, but our souls interpret into seeing. I lived and survived in the devastation of this world which was everywhere I looked. Jesus taught me to see the rescue, hope, life, and joy that He intended and would bring into my life. I may be living in the same world, but I’m not living in the same dump and in the same way.
My vision has become much clearer. Is it humbling or inappropriate to see myself as a dog in the story? No less or more than being compared to a sheep in the Lord’s parables. If pride needs to take a hit, I encourage it. Humility is like prescription lenses. It helps the eyes work right to see clearly in the direction you are looking. Look and see because the Lord is working all things in all directions to accomplish His plan and bring us safely home in His salvation.