Maggie

This will be a short blog. I think. Monday a friend of mine, Dorothy Cox Hectar, said she was looking for a dog. So I decided to help her. Yes, it was Michelle to the rescue (shall I say co-dependant?)

While I was looking I saw a dog, Maggie that spoke to me. She said “I need you.” I called the resuce and yesterday she came to my home to be fostered.

Maggie has had a fairly normal life. For a dog in a puppy mill. Which can be 1,000,000 dogs at any one time in the United States. No one is sure but from what I can gather, this would be a fair estimate.

Let me tell you about Maggie. She is seven years old. She has spent all of her life, up until December, in a small cage. She has probably had anywhere from 12-14 litters of puppies. She has never known human kindness. She has never learned to play or enjoy life. She’s learning, but it’s going to be slow. It’s going to be hard work for Maggie. She’s going to have to learn to trust. She’s going to have to learn how to be a dog instead of a breeding machine. She’s going to have to learn that I love her for her, that I won’t use her. That’s going to be hard work.

It makes me cry when I sit next to her and see her staring out into space, existing but not living. How could anyone do this to her? I see her liquid eyes. Is she crying? Is she sad? What is she remembering or thinking?

So I cry. A lot. Maybe she’ll recognize that my tears are because I love her and I cry for her pain.

But I also see myself in Maggie. And I realize many people are in bondage that just have invisible cages. I always could manage when people were mean to me, but people being nice, I’d cry. Maybe Maggie’s eyes are liquid for a reason. Maybe my kindness is more than she can bear. Maybe her fear is her safety. She’s afraid her heart will break if she lets me care. Like many people today are afraid; like I was afraid. Well, she’s stuck. I care – yes, I love her and I will do everything I can to help her heal. Like so many people helped me heal.

A week ago I bought a can of spaghetti and meatballs (with a pop-top lid) to give to a vagrant who thanked me kindly but told me he was a vegetarian. The other day I saw a man begging and I handed him the can of spaghetti and meatballs (with a pop-top lid) and he was giddy with excitement, “thank you, I’m so hungry. I’ll eat it cold.” Such a simple thing – it made my day and from his voice it made his.

So today, go forth and do good. Help a dog or a homeless person or even a cat. Just help. Let’s make this world a better place. Let’s heal the Maggie’s and the Michelle’s and all the broken. Let’s be the hands and heart of Christ today.

Selah.

Matthew 25:31-46

31 “When the Son of Man comes in His glory, and all the holy angels with Him, then He will sit on the throne of His glory. 32 All the nations will be gathered before Him, and He will separate them one from another, as a shepherd divides his sheep from the goats. 33 And He will set the sheep on His right hand, but the goats on the left. 34 Then the King will say to those on His right hand, ‘Come, you blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world: 35 for I was hungry and you gave Me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in; 36 was naked and you clothed Me; I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came to Me.’

37 “Then the righteous will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed You, or thirsty and give You drink? 38 When did we see You a stranger and take You in, or naked and clotheYou? 39 Or when did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?’ 40 And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.’

41 “Then He will also say to those on the left hand, ‘Depart from Me, you cursed, into the everlasting fire prepared for the devil and his angels: 42 for I was hungry and you gave Me no food; I was thirsty and you gave Me no drink; 43 I was a stranger and you did not take Me in, naked and you did not clothe Me, sick and in prison and you did not visit Me.’

44 “Then they also will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not minister to You?’ 45 Then He will answer them, saying, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to Me.’ 46 And these will go away into everlasting punishment, but the righteous into eternal life.”


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About michellerap

Today I find my identity in God. I use to find my identity in externals, like motherhood, being a lawyer, etc. But that's not who I am. I am redeemed and wholly loved and precious in His sight. First and foremost, this is who I am. The other things are part of me, but they do not define me. God does. My job as a Christian is not to judge people but to show them the heart and hands of Christ. I am to show mercy and grace. And someday, when I am an attorney, I hope I can help those God puts in my path to find justice. I am a mother of four and a grandmother of nine. I am proud of each of them. I also have three dogs. I am lawyer who loves what I do. I am also Gluten-Free and any recipe I publish is GF. It's the only way I cook.
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