Tuesday, March 07, 2006


She was one of many who worked to reunite Hurricane Katrina pets with their owners. For four and a half months, she fostered a black lab she rescued from the middle of an intersection. He was integrated into a household with one child, one dog and several cats. All attempts to locate the owner failed. She decided to place one last ad and make one last attempt before having the dog (now her dog) neutered, even though it was highly unlikely the owner would ever be located.

One man called, at his wife’s insistence. It could not possibly be their dog, but it was.

They lived twenty miles away, on the other side of a heavily-traveled bridge. Not only could they identify the dog through details, the dog recognized the couple and their excited young son when the family arrived to check out the dog.

The woman had grown to love this dog she called “the most gentle giant.” Returning him to his loving family was the hardest thing she has ever done, but she did the right thing.

As I read her letter, with tears running down my face, I thought of the negative stories from Katrina. Some pet rescuers refused to return the animals to their grieving owners.

You can read her letter in its entirety here - http://noanimalleftbehind.blogspot.com/2006/03/beautiful-and-sad-letter-from-foster.html

Life is full of tough choices. Sometimes you make the right choice, and sometimes you swing the bat and send a hardball through the window of a passing police car. It is especially hard to make right choices when a Christian has friends and relatives, particularly children, who are living their lives on the edge, without God.

Many people do not like to be preached at by friends or relatives (or by strangers knocking on the door), but that is so often what folks do to try to save their loved ones. Frequently, that fuels the desire of the one being preached at to avoid anything remotely spiritual and to pronounce the preaching acquaintance a “religious fanatic.”

The actions of men often plainly state, Mom, Dad, Junior, my mail carrier on the third Wednesday of alternate months, or - fill in the blank - will not make it if I do not move heaven and earth to convert them to my religion.

If God were human, He would undoubtedly be tearing out His hair at some of the ways men try to convince, convict and conduct each other (sometimes kicking and screaming) into heaven. Oh, how men, in their enthusiasm, can portray God as small and powerless to those who do not know Him.

It was God who created the heavens and the earth, created man from the dust of the earth, saved Daniel in the lions’ den, led the Israelites out of Egypt, raised Jesus from the dead, and so much more – all without the help of mortal men. God has the option to call whom he wishes at whatever time pleases Him. He is not accountable to His creation. And when He is ready, He is more than capable to finish what He begins.

We are called to be lights on a hill, a beacon in the darkness, helping to light the path, not to dig a tunnel through the masses. Christians can be very pushy and abrasive in their zeal to convert their families and everyone they run across. There is a time to speak out and a time to be silent. Let us learn to distinguish the leading of the Holy Spirit, as to which we should be doing at any given time.

God leads with love and patience, and so should we. Sometimes the hardest thing we ever have to do for a family member or friend is to “return them” to their loving Creator and trust Him to work in each individual.

Yes, sometimes we have to let go, move out of God’s way, and let God do His work in others.


1 comment:

Vicki said...

Yep, sometimes we overstep the Holy Spirit, I guess. But personally, I could stand to have more zeal where faith matters are concerned:-) Good post. Good food for thought.