One highway 90, just before you get into Byromville, there is a little black and white dog that is always out near the road. He doesn't appear to have a home, yet he never wonders away from this particualr 5 mile stretch of road. Ive noticed him many times and have not really thought about him until today as a question occurs to me. How is this little dog surviving out here in the middle of nowhere? The answer came to me as I continued to ride down 90 on my way back into Byromville. You see this dog is living off the trash that people are throwing out the window. I know this is true because most of the time when I see this little dog he has his nose in something right next to the road. His survival is based on the scraps of this world. I imagine this little guys would be much better off at a home where people love him and feed him on a regular basis as opposed to a few McDonalds french fries.
You know a lot of Christians are like this little dog; there are barely getting by. They are just eating the scraps of this world when God is inviting them to come and eat as His table. Im tired of scraps; I am ready to feast. How about you?
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Eating Scraps
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