I am convinced that dogs have
imaginations. Every dog I have ever
known believes in aliens from other planets. Dickens, for example, will announce
vehemently when UFO's arrive. He can
watch me go into a dark room and still bark, whine, fuss and allow anxiety to
take over. He is sure I turned into an
alien. Being head of security for our
household, he feels he must make every attempt to take care of the problem.
Eventually, he gets close enough to sniff me or hears my voice and says,
"I'm so glad its you! I was soooo scared."
Meanwhile in the Bible: "Remind me again why we are rowing out
on the sea in the dark. I hate the dark." A voice in the darkness
complained.
"You baby, do you need a
nightlight?" Another voice teased.
Suddenly, a loud booming
thunderclap shook the boat! Lightening flashed and in those quick moments
illuminated the surface of the water.
"A ghost!" cried a
panicked voice regarding a figure walking on the water. However, it wasn't floating above the water
like a spirit. It was taking steps, but not like a tenderfoot on gravel. It
wasn't zipping along like on water skis.
They kept watching as the figure approached.
Eventually, they recognized Jesus
and said. "I am so glad its you! I was so scared!"
Often my imagination runs crazy
like our dogs' imaginations. I get anxious about life, especially during a
"storm." But that's when I
look the hardest to identify the alien or ghost and find it was ok all
along. Jesus was there, I just didn't
recognize Him.
"So when they had rowed about five and twenty or thirty furlongs,
they see Jesus walking on the sea, and drawing nigh unto the ship: and they
were afraid.
But he saith unto them, It is I; be not afraid." John 6:19-20.
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