Watching For The Master
As I pulled into the parking lot of the shopping center I noticed a couple get out of their truck and carefully close the door on the passenger side. As I parked my car I could see the reason for the special care in closing the door. Their dog was in the cab of the truck. I watched the animal as the couple disappeared inside the store. He never took his eyes off them. My getting out of my car right next to him did not distract him. He was still. He was not barking. He was focused on his master. I did what I needed to do and came back to my car. There he was still looking toward the store entrance where he last saw his master. Still not barking. Still not in a panic. Still not distracted by other cars or this stranger staring at him and making mental notes. He was watching for his master.
Practically every time we come home we are greeted by our cat, Smooky II. Sometimes he hears us, or sees us well before we reach our house. Occasionally he will be sleeping on the porch. At other times he is patrolling the neighborhood making sure all is in order. When he hears our car he responds. If he is across the street he heads home. If he is on the porch he jumps down and runs toward us. It is not unusual for him to run right in front of us as we pull into the driveway. By the time we reach the door he is usually there waiting for us Of course, he his anxious to get to his food dish too, but, he also watches for his master.
This is not a lesson in animal psychology, but the scene with the dog in the cab of his master's truck caused me to think: Am watching for the Master's return? How eager am I to see the Master coming in His glory? Am I ready to shower Him with my love and praises of gratitude? Sometimes I get so caught up in this world and all it has to offer, that thinking ahead to the next doesn't excite me very much. At times I am so enamored with other people, other relationships, other activities in this life, that I think very little about how exciting it will be to see the Master return. A song that we sing quite often with as much emotion as any we ever sings addresses the issue:
Jesus is Lord, my Redeemer.
How He loves me. How I love Him.
He is risen! He is coming!
Lord, come quickly. Hallelujah!
I wonder, do I really want Him to come quickly? And, what if He does? Am I watching so that I will see Him when He comes? Other songs ask, "Will our robes be white?" when He comes? And, "Are you ready?" Am I? Are you? -- Tom Norvell, Colonial Heights, VA