As I write this, Blizzard, my four year old Siberian Husky,
is in an animal hospital with the possibility that he may not return home.
Does he “love” me? I
don’t think so. I know he likes to eat
ice cream, receive attention and go for walks and car rides. I also know he does not like being brushed,
bathed, having his nails clipped or being muzzled. I think much of his behavior is explainable
by Skinner and Pavlov.
But I know more than anything that I love him.
He wasn’t my first choice when I visited a group of adorable puppies the first time.
Ironically, a tragic accident brought him into my life instead the pup I had originally chosen. So I brought him home, fed
him, bathed him, cleaned up his business, cleaned up the trash messes, took him
to training, “fought” with him trying to brush his coat and cut his nails, and I
loved him. Why? Because I chose to. The value of the opportunity to love and care for him was
worth the possibility of the pain and suffering I could experience.
We must admit, that in this world we make choices that we
know will result in pain and suffering, but we make them because the value of the
choice to love transcends the cost of the pain and suffering. As I
think about this, I find myself reflecting about God and the problem of suffering from a new perspective. He knew what we would do when He created us
and the price He would choose to pay to redeem us. He knows the depth of the mess we have made
and grieves over our choices and loss. He feels the pain
of losing what He has cared for and loved. It is no coincidence that Jesus was known as a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief. But the value of the choice and the opportunity to love transcends the cost of the
pain and suffering incurred by both the Lover and the loved.
Have a little hope on me,
Roger
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