What I Learned When My Dog Rejected Me

We are dog people. We aren't crazy dog people, the "put your dog in a purse and take it to the store" kind, we are more "the our dog is a part of the family" kind of dog people.

Rocky- My neurotic dog

Rocky- My neurotic dog

Our dogs have always been a source of comfort in hard times. There is nothing like a fuzzy hug and a few dog kisses to help ease the pain of a hard day. My love for my dog made it especially difficult to deal with his recent rejection. He is a bit (actually a LOT) neurotic and very sensitive. It seems his doggy ears are particularly sensitive to certain sounds, and especially sensitive to the pitch of my coughing fits. I was battling bronchitis and coughing a lot. Often he would be quietly sleeping only to be scarily jolted awake by a loud cough. He would jump up and  leave the room.

After a few days of this he starting leaving any room I entered. I would get down to pet him and he would get up and walk away! I realized what was going on and did everything I could to show him that I was safe to be around. One time he was in my daughter's room and I went in to pet him. I shut the door, thinking that if he had to be there with me he would see that it was comfortable and safe. Bad idea. He jumped up and started pawing at the door to escape! It was weeks before he was comfortable around me again.

This is yet another way that dogs are like people. We run from pain. Even when we know someone loves us, even when that someone has loved us for a long time, a few hurts can shatter our security, and cause us to flee and hide from further interaction.

While this behavior is understandable in an unreasoning animal, we should be better and wiser. We have the ability to place the hurts in context. We can choose to believe the best in others and work for reconciliation and restoration, yet so often we don't.

Don't be a dog! If someone you love has hurt you, Tell them! Go to them! There is a good chance that the pain was unintentional and that love and restoration are yours for the asking.

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The Day my Mother Died

Death brings perspective. It forces us to reflect on our relationships and priorities. With the news of my mother's death came thoughts of both sadness and gratitude. Sadness over a life that was ruined with alcohol, gratitude that by the grace of God I had escaped a similar fate.

It was a fun day on vacation. We had just finished touring Cade's Cove, a beautiful valley and meadow in the Great Smokey Mountains. The cabins and buildings and structures date back to the 1800's, set amidst beautiful scenery and the occasional wandering bear or deer. After driving about three miles out of the valley cell phone service returned and I heard my voice mail tone. I pressed the button to listen and heard the voice of my younger brother, "Bart, it's Jim. Mom died last night." Boom. Just like that. I didn't even know she was sick!

More surprising to me than the news was the lack of emotion that came with it. I felt nothing,  no sense of loss, no grief. I think it was because my mother had not been a part of my life for so long. She was an alcoholic who had abandoned relationships years earlier. I had not spoken to her in 6 months and only one or two times in the 5 years prior. It was as if I had just been informed of the death of a stranger.

As I hung up the phone I thought back to my last conversation with her. During the call I had explained to her my reasons for not calling more often. While an explanation should not have been necessary (she had abused me as a child and abandoned me as an adult and it was a wonder I called at all), it was for my mom, so I told her,  "It's like we live in parallel universes. When we talk you make comments about the way you raised us kids, as if you had been a good mother. You say you are proud of me and speak as if you deserve some credit for how I turned out. You do not realize that every day of my life is a struggle to overcome the damage that you did to me. I do not need you to apologize or make it up to me, but if you are going to have a relationship with me, you need to understand me, and to understand me you will need to understand the pain that you caused."

"I don't want to do that," was her reply, "that will hurt." This was my mom. If it was difficult or painful, she wouldn't (or couldn't) bring herself to do it. She consistently looked for an easy way out.

I thanked her for at least being honest and we said good-bye, and that was that. We never spoke again, which is why her death simply finalized a fact that had been true for years, the woman who had given birth to me would never be a part of life.

In spite of this sad truth I have not been left motherless. There is a woman who has loved me as a son, loved me for who I was and am, a woman who understands my struggles and pains and who loves me just the same, and who, ironically, was with me that day when I received the call, my mother-in-law. She has modeled what it means to be a loving mother and grandmother

The failures of my mother make me profoundly aware of the importance of a mother's love and appreciative of the mother my wife is. For 24 years I have watched with wonder and amazement as she has loved our children. Her delight in our children, her warm smiles and wonderful laughs at their stories and exploits,  has helped our children grow up knowing they are truly valued and truly loved.

Sadly, stories of broken parental relationships such as mine are not rare. Over the years I have observed many broken families and seen many estranged parents and children. Every time I see such a family I think of how much my mother missed, and how grateful I am for the relationship I have with the children with whom I have been blessed. 

If you have been blessed with a loving mother, make sure to say "Thank you." Mothers, give your children a hug when you can, tell them you love them a little too often and remember to thank God for the blessing of family, for their is no greater blessing in this lifetime.


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The One Truth you Can NOT ignore on Easter

Jesus died. It is an historical fact. He was betrayed by a friend, rejected by his countrymen, and brutalized and murdered by the Romans who ruled over the land. His limp and battered body was taken down from the cross on which he had breathed his last, wrapped in burial cloth and placed inside a cave-like tomb, his story to be added to the list of those who failed in their opposition to power. He was dead.

Death can change the course of history. We can only wonder how different the world might have been if Abraham Lincoln, John Kennedy and Martin Luther King had lived longer. World War I erupted after the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand. The Greek Empire split soon after the passing of Alexander the Great. The death of leaders has a profound impact on those who follow.

From the Gospel accounts, the death of Jesus Christ was devastating to his followers. His closest friends fled the scene when he was arrested, leaving him to face his execution alone. While a few of them showed up to watch his final hours on the cross, most of them are not mentioned in the story. A few days later the friends were together but seemingly in hiding.

Reading through Scripture we can guess at their thoughts. From the recorded conversations we see that they had a typical Jewish understanding of Messiah. They expected Jesus to lead a military revolt against Rome and restore Israel to prominence in the world. While Jesus is described as making multiple references to his coming death it seems that his words were lost on his disciples. They clearly did not get it. The death of Jesus shattered all of their dreams and illusions.

And then Sunday came. The tomb was empty. Some of Jesus' female followers came back to the group with a preposterous tale of an empty tomb and Jesus alive. Two of the male leaders, Peter and John, ran to the tomb to see for themselves the massive stone moved and the revealed tomb empty. Later that night, Jesus appeared to them all. He was not dead. He was alive.

History changed in dramatic fashion. Within just a few years the message of this resurrection had spread throughout the Roman empire. Churches sprouted up in cities that were dominated by the worship of Roman and Greek gods, churches that continued to exist in spite of severe prosecution. 2000 years later the message continues to spread into areas where it is unwelcome, into cultures in which the prevailing ideology is opposed to it.

While deaths can change the course of history, nothing has change history as much as resurrection. Jesus the Christ through His resurrection declared to the world that He is not just another man. His resurrection allows no room for those who desire to simply add Him to history's list of great moral teachers and prophets, does not allow him to be classified as just another great man and leader. The resurrection declares that He is far more. The apostle Paul states it clearly in his letter to the fledgling church at Rome, saying that Jesus was “declared the Son of God with power by his resurrection from the dead.”

Indeed He was.

Happy Easter.