MOLLY AND ME – CO-OPERATION
Molly is now 4 years old, an adult dog with the settled characteristics of her breed, good and bad. I bought her as a tiny puppy with the whole package of a dachshund, including inquisitiveness, stubbornness and self-will!
I have discovered, in the four years that she has been my little companion that, though I am in charge, she’s the boss. Now, that means that, when we walk in the mornings, she has her agenda and I have mine. The problem is that we both think that our agenda should take precedence.
You see, I walk for exercise (for both of us) but she walks for information…which makes walking for exercise my way a power struggle and walking for information her way a stroll. One can’t gather important information by whizzing past every new smell without carefully investigating its source and content. Of course, in between, there is also the important business of doing her business and showing both contempt or approval by marking each interesting spot with you know what!
So, since I have the brain and she has the muscle, we have reached a sort of truce by my decision to co-operate with her so that she unknowingly co-operates with me…which makes our walk a stop-start, sniff-and-pee, jerky sort of progression towards home. I suppose that we both achieve our goals in the end, though not quite in the way we anticipated.
My walk with the Lord in life is a bit like my daily walks with Molly. Unfortunately, my agenda does not always coincide with God’s agenda for me, which makes life (at least for me) a power struggle… but, I’m slowly learning the benefit of submission.
However, my walk with the Lord and my walks with Molly differ in many ways. You see, Molly and I don’t have the same nature. She has a doggy nature which functions mostly by instinct and by what she learns with much repetition where I have a human nature which functions according to decisions and choices, making me accountable to my Creator, where she is not accountable to me.
I control Molly by co-ercion, manipulation and sometimes even force, using her instincts to get her to do what I want (sometimes, because she is a doxie)! By contrast, God the Holy Spirit, appeals to the new nature in me because I have been born again, to live according to God’s Word, but the choice is always mine.
God’s role in training me is far more difficult than my task of training Molly. Where we blend our goals when we walk to make for an uneasy truce, the Holy Spirit persists in His role of conforming me to the image of Jesus. In the end, I have no say in the matter except to cooperate since He is committed to complete what He began when He rescued me from the dominion of darkness.
So, my walk with the Lord is an ever-growing awareness that it’s far easier and better to comply with the Holy Spirit’s leading since this is the evidence that I am a child of God.
For all who are led by the Spirit of God are children of God.