Dusty and I just got back from our morning walk and I am reminded, once
again, of how those moments are a spiritual discipline. Oh, I have never
seen this as a chapter in a book on disciplines, or heard it in a talk or
sermon, or shown as part of a power point presentation, but it is for me and
it may be the one that I practice most often.
Part of my appreciation
for this discipline is the fact that it gets me up and moving - out of the
house or office, away from the TV or computer, off my duff and onto my
feet. Another reason is because it is that time when I can have a
conversation with God, while journeying through this marvelous gift we call creation. But mainly, it is because of what I learn while walking
Dusty.
I know as I go through the day, that my encounters with others
can often be viewed as interruptions; that I can greet people with a grumpy
face; that I can begin to fidget after about 20 seconds as if I have
something far more important to do or be. But not Dusty. He greets people
with unconditional acceptance, and his wagging tail is that signal that he
is more than delighted to be in the company of another. He patiently
receives whatever gift they have to offer, and gives his love without reservation. He will spend as long with the other as they need, and never
look around as if they are detaining him from an appointment.
With
Dusty, I am reminded of how important it is for me to stay tethered to Jesus
as I walk through life. Oh I can, and usually do, convince myself that my
route is better, that he must certainly be wrong in wanting to go in that
direction, that the smells and temptations and longings are just across the
street, if we could only go there! But with a gentle tug, I can be led to
those green pastures. I know that on my own, I can get into more trouble
than even I dare imagine, but if I listen to that Voice, gently and
lovingly calling me back, I can find those still waters my stressed out
life needs.
And when, at the end of our walk, and I am set free, I
hope I can run eagerly, joyfully, and expectantly
Home.
© 2013
Thom M. Shuman
Friday, March 01, 2013
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