Then came she and worshipped him, saying, Lord, help me. But he answered and said, It is not meet to take the children's bread, and to cast it to dogs. And she said, Truth, Lord: yet the dogs eat of the crumbs which fall from their masters' table.
My wife and I have a little dog. We love that little dog. That little dog serves no real purpose in life, she only desires to be the object of our affection. She begs for food. Sometimes she has to be cleaned up after. She is totally dependent on us and without our constant care, she will die. She is somewhat a liability. Yet in spite of her liabilities, she brings us great joy. She is always glad to see us when we return from being away. She loves us dearly and desires to be with us every hour. In spite of all these endearing qualities, at the end of the day, she is still a dog. I think she enjoys being a dog. Many dogs in this world do not fare so well as our dog does.
From my perspective, being OUR dog is a wonderful privilege. We go to great lengths to make sure every need of our dog is provided. We see to it that she is treated with compassion and tender care. It seems that the quality of a dog’s life depends on who their master is. I rejoice greatly that I, the dog that I am, belong to that Master who constantly sees to it that I have all I need. My Master requires only one thing from me in return. What does He require of me? Nothing but my adoration and worship of Him. How wonderful and life sustaining it is to constantly eat of the crumbs that fall from His table. I like being my Master’s dog. Don’t you?
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