We saw Nubs the Dog on the Leno Show, and my husband, being a dog lover was enthralled by his story. It was an inspiring story of loyalty and perseverance, but I only really got it when I heard Dave preach about it on Wednesday night. It hit me hard and painted a picture in my mind so vivid that I don't believe I'll ever forget it.
A wild dog surviving in the deserts of Iraq, fighting and scavenging with the other packs of ferocious dogs that inhabit his territory. An Iraqi soldier decides to capture him to turn him into a fighting dog to gamble with and slices off his ears. He's starved and sent into a ring of other snarling half-crazed dogs to fight for his life so that a few bored men can get a laugh and steal each other's money. He ends up stabbed with a screw-driver and left for dead. And he comes across a US Marine camp with the first friendly voices he has ever heard.
Long story short, Major Dennis raised $5000 through emailing friends and was able to send Nubs home to sunny California, enjoying the beaches of San Diego and eating dog chow for the rest of his life. Sweet story, but as I listened to Dave preach, I heard so much more.
Working in the US, one of the most common things to hear are people complain about God not being fast enough, not caring, not answering the way they think He ought to. I can't count how many have come to God, to church, seen huge changes and then gave up on God and church when other obstacles came along, and those huge changes just faded away. No one knows what faithfulness and trust is anymore. The services are too long, the prayers don't sound just right, the music isn't my style, the building's too far away, no body pays attention to me, too many people pay attention to me, I just don't feel like believing any more. Sickening but it's the reality of the American Christian today.
Nubs had no reason to trust any human being. He had no reason to be faithful or loving to any creature at all. He had been cut, bruised, wounded, abandoned and left for dead, yet he chose to love and sacrifice himself to find the one he believed in. He chased after the master that he chose, and now is secure in a happy home. How badly do we really want God? How eager are we to chase after Him? How willing are we to forget all the horrible things in our past and just keep our eyes glued to God?
More than ever before, I want to chase down and pursue my Master until the end of my days. Who thought that a wild Iraqi dog could teach me how to honor and sacrifice to God? But then again, wasn't it Jesus who called a woman of faith a little dog one day?