Monday, June 14, 2010

Walking

I have a dog named Rigley. When I take him for walks he pulls so hard at his leash it's like he's trying to pull a car out of a ditch or win the Iditarod all by himself. It's hardly a case of a man and his dog going for a walk. It's more like the dog trying to drag his master where he wants to go, when a walk around the block alongside his master would be fun and healthy for both of them.

When I say that I'm "walking with God" I think that my relationship with God might be like my dog's relationship with me. God's trying to go for a walk with me and I like to claim that I am walking with him, but in reality I'm tugging as hard as I can in whatever direction I want to go; not walking alongside God in the direction He's going. All God wants is for me to walk with Him through life. Not go wherever I want to go with Him in-tow claiming to be walking with Him.

Eventually Rigley and I make it around the block, but it sure isn't enjoyable. In the end, God is sovereign, and He accomplishes his purpose, but how much better would it be if I walked alongside Him instead of trying to take him where I want to go?