I remember the story about a dog which was suffering from a serious skin disease.
There were patches of sore skins here and there, traces of open wounds all over,
swollen skins everywhere, pus oozing and leaking, hair almost gone.
That made it worse, rendering the unsightly dog’s predicament open for all to see.
The owner has thrown out the dog.
Nobody wanted to have the dog as a playmate. Even fellow dogs.
The poor canine has to ramage through trash bags and cans to look for food in order to survive.
The mere sight of the dog would cause people to pick up stones and anything that can be thrown,
to use in shooing it away. It was bad enough that our miserable chap is in that state; it was even thought
to be a disease-carrier. Because of that, the dog has to wander around; it has no owner, no home, no friend, nothing.
It strayed and strayed, farther and farther.
Until one day, it strayed into the door of a seemingly nice place, attracted by the nice trash can just outside.
As it was desperately rummaging the trash, it made a noise, so much so that it attacted the attention of the man inside.
Wanting to find out what could be happening, the man opened the door, and surprised to find that it was a dog.
The man was surprised even more to see the dog’s state, and felt pity. Instead of driving the dog away,
the man tenderly led the dog inside, careful not to cause the dog any further injury. He studied the dog, gave it medicine,
cared for it, nursed it, and before long, already fully-recovered and all well, the dog was seen leaving the physician.
Some time passed. Days, weeks, months. And then there was this familiar scratching on the door.
The physician who would have forgotten the dog if not for this instance, opened the door, and was surprised to find a familiar friend.
And there was another dog with him, one who was suffering from a serious skin disease, similar to his a few months back.
The dog, having experienced the loving and healing hands of the physician, told his fellow dog of someone he knew who could help him as well.
The physician was touched by this scene, and having understood the meaning of what his dog-friend’s act,
wasted no time to bring in the new dog, for the same treatment as the first dog.
The above story is in full contradiction about the story of one fox who lost his tail, and seeing his plight,
tried to persuade his whole pack to go be the same; all the foxes to have their tails cut. He dressed up,
waxed eloquent, gave powerful speeches of the advantages and beauty of a cut tail, etc., etc.
The wiser folks saw through his cunning, and cut him short of his lies and deception.
He was silent, as is the case for anybody found to be guilty as accused.
Which one are you? A helpful dog, or a deceitful fox?
Be warned:
Matthew 25:40 The king will answer them, 'Truly I tell you, in that you did it for one of the least important of these my brothers, you did it for me.'
Be encouraged:
Galatians 6:9 Let us not get tired of doing what is good, for at the right time we will reap a harvest-if we do not give up.
