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THE INSPIRED MUTT
By Christian Scriber
(Revised January 20, 2012)
This story has its beginnings just a few years ago in my own life. A good friend of mine named Joe Hostetler asked me if I knew what I was in the Kingdom of God. Without an answer to his question, I waited and listened to what he had to say about this subject (as it pertained to himself.)
Several weeks later, I asked God, “What am I in Your Kingdom, God?” And He replied, “You are a dog.” As with Joe Hostetler’s question to me, I didn’t respond to God’s answer. I knew that His clarity would come at a later time.
I pondered God’s answer for several weeks, and as God so often does, I received the explanation in a book that I came across. It is called Psalm Twenty Three. This book is a story about a Shepherd, His Sheep, and His dog.
The dog in this story is not the same as from Psalm Twenty Three, but the lesson to learn is very much the same. The dog in this story is what many people call a MUTT. A mutt is usually not owned by anyone and tends to roam freely; but he doesn’t roam in dog packs or in the wild. He normally stays around the town. The mutt seems to like most people. Scraps from friendly people are its usual meal and its temperament is usually pretty easy going.
This particular dog is an off-breed whose blood line was originally a cattle dog. Some people called them sheep dogs. This breed was exceptionally useful to the cattle man or sheep herder because of its loyalty to its master. It also shows extreme dedication to the welfare of the herd that it tends.
Since this dog was an off-breed, no one really wanted to use him for a herd dog or a reliable pet. So he was just considered the town Mutt. He was liked and tolerated by most people, but not really wanted for anything useful.
One day as the Mutt lay sleeping under a pile of wood, he heard loud noises coming from the people. They were shouting and moving about near a passing road close to the edge of town. He quickly came out from under the pile of wood, and shook his head and ears to clear his thoughts.
As he looked out to the road, he could see a man riding on a small donkey. The people were all around this man; and for some reason, they were throwing palm leaves in front of him.
The surprised Mutt ran near the road and barked as loud as he could. Since the people were yelling at this man, he was trying to make noise along with all of them. Suddenly, the small donkey stopped; and the crowd quieted to see what the man was going to say.
The man had a great strength in his eyes; but there was also a great sadness. The man pointed his finger directly at the town Mutt and said, “Someone bring me this little creature. I can see that he needs a friend.”
Out of the crowd someone picked up the Mutt and carried him to the man on the donkey. As the man with the dog came near to the man on the donkey, he said to him, “Sir, please let us find you a nicer, more suitable creature for you to befriend.”
The man on the donkey leaned over and took the Mutt in his arms and replied, “I have come to seek the lowly.” The man holding the Mutt looked down at him and stroked his head softly. He said to the Mutt, “From this day forward, you will be known as Tim,
T.he I.nspired M.utt. I will be your Master and you will be my friend.”
“I am very pleased to meet you, Tim. My Name is Jesus.”
“I will give you the ability to understand My speech,” said Jesus. “You will know Me mostly from My Spirit, as I have intended all humans to understand Me. What has been said is never more important than what is understood. I speak to humans, but they do not understand. You, My friend, will understand Me.”
As Jesus and Tim road through the city on the little donkey, Tim suddenly realized that all things were of great importance to this man, be they large or small. This man was different and ALL lives would be changed if they knew Him.
As they rode along the city streets, they came upon the city drinking well. Jesus stopped the donkey so they could drink from the well. When Jesus approached the well, there was a woman drawing water from the well. As Tim watched Jesus speaking to this woman, Tim saw that the woman was very sad. Jesus wet a small cloth with the well water and washed her face. He then embraced her in His arms and spoke softly to her.
In less than a moment, the entire appearance of the woman began to change. Her face literally glowed with peace and what you knew was love for Jesus.
He was not about speech, He was about LOVE.
After Jesus had spent a few moments with the woman at the well, He brought her over to where Tim and the donkey were resting. As the nice woman gave water to them both, Jesus said to her, “This is my dog Tim and this is My donkey whom I have named MAJESTY.”
Tim’s friendship with Jesus grew very quickly over the next few years. For some strange reason, Tim could hear Jesus’ voice clearly and understand what he was saying. His voice was not like anyone else’s voice. It seemed like Jesus spoke a language that was just between the two of them. But maybe Jesus’ voice was that way with everyone.
Jesus and Tim traveled together all the time. In the evenings when Jesus was resting from a long day, He and Tim would play together. Often they would roll around in the grass, or Jesus would chase Tim in circles. Tim especially liked to fetch a stick. When Jesus threw the stick, Tim would bring it back and Jesus would thank him. He would pat him on the head and praise him for bringing the stick back. So Tim felt like he had a really good thing going.
On many evenings, Jesus would go to a garden with some of his closest friends. They would kneel and pray for hours. Often when Jesus was praying, He would weep deeply in His chest. At those times, Tim would lie at Jesus feet and cry because of Jesus’ great sadness.
When Jesus woke in the morning, He would go to a stream and wash Himself and wash His clothes. While Jesus’ clothes hung on a tree limb to dry, He would play with Tim. He would throw him into the stream over and over again. Tim knew that Jesus was playing with him, but he also knew that he was getting a bath.
At mid-morning, Jesus would make His way to town to speak to certain town leaders. Jesus would leave Tim outside to play when He went into the town buildings to speak. Everyone in town knew Tim. They all liked Tim and good treats were abounding everywhere. Many times as Tim roamed around the streets, he would come across some Roman soldiers. There was a certain soldier that knew Tim liked to chase a stick. This soldier liked Tim and always had a small biscuit in his pocket. He would always share the biscuit with Tim.
There were times when Jesus could not find Tim when he came out of the building where he was speaking. At those times, He would call Tim by name, “Tim! Tim! Where are you?” Tim would run like the wind to be at Jesus’ feet.
Sometimes the Roman soldier that played with Tim would follow him back to Jesus. Jesus and the soldier would stand and talk as if they were friends. Tim was happy to see a Roman soldier being nice to Jesus. Most of the Roman soldiers did not like Jesus.
Jesus never allowed Tim to growl at or to bite anyone. Tim sure thought about it several times. There were many times when soldiers would spit at Jesus as He walked by them; and Tim thought that would be a good time to growl or bite a soldier.
One time, a soldier drew back his fist to strike Jesus. Just as his fist was right in front of Jesus’ face, Tim’s Roman soldier friend took the other soldier’s hand in his and squeezed it. The other solder dropped to the ground from the pain.
Jesus had been in this particular area for only a few months. His Name was being spoken of by everyone. Some said He was a king and others said He was an evil man.
Play times for Jesus and Tim were not as often as they had been. Tim just quietly followed along with Jesus. Sometimes he was unnoticed, even by Jesus. Long days and short nights were causing Jesus much great sadness. During those times, Tim would just try to stay close to Jesus. At night as Jesus would pet Tim, the little dog would lick His hand and cry.
One night as they lay sleeping in the garden with some of Jesus’ closest friends, a noisy crowd of people woke them up. It was the Jewish priest and their soldiers. They came to take Jesus away. They said He committed crimes against their religion. Tim stayed with Jesus’ friends as the soldiers took Jesus away.
Hours and hours went by, but Jesus did not return. Discouraged, Jesus’ friends returned to their own homes. Tim ran away from them so he could find Jesus. The little dog roamed the streets for hours. He looked at every building and house, but Jesus was nowhere to be found. Finally, Tim heard a large crowd of people. They were yelling very loud, “Crucify Him! Crucify Him!”
As Tim walked, unnoticed through the crowd, he suddenly saw Jesus. He was standing in the middle of everyone. He was very badly bruised and had cuts and blood all over Him. People from the crowd ran up and spit on Him. They called Him bad names. The soldiers struck Him with their fist. The Jewish priest yelled bad things at Him.
Tim tried to get through to Jesus, but people kept kicking him and yelling at him to go away.
A man sitting in front of Jesus suddenly realized that his hands were dirty. He got up and washed his hands in a bowl of water and said, “He is yours. I find no fault in Him. YOU crucify Him!”
The angry soldiers and crowd of people took Jesus. They walked up a hill just outside of town near a trash dump. As the little dog hurried up the hill, at a very slow pace, the crowd threw rocks at him and kicked him out of the way. When Tim finally got to the top of the hill, he could hear Jesus. He heard Him speak in a very painful voice, “Forgive them, Father. They know not what they do.”
Tim could not see Jesus. The little dog was very badly beaten and was limping through the crowd. He kept trying to get to Jesus. Just then, someone picked Tim up. The person lifted Tim up above the screaming crowd. It was the Roman soldier, Tim and Jesus’ friend. Tim could see Jesus now. They had nailed him to a large crossed tree limb. The tree limb was then attached to a long pole in the ground. A soldier was going toward Him with a spear in his hands. The Roman soldier covered the little dog’s eyes so he could not see what was to happen next.
As Tim heard Jesus still trying to speak, the Roman soldier lay little Tim at the foot of the cross where Jesus was hanging. Tim was lying on his side. When he looked up at Jesus, a single drop of Jesus’ blood dropped. It landed on Tim’s chest. Then he and Jesus breathed no more.
The little dog died of a broken heart.
The Roman soldier looked up at Jesus and said, “Truly, He was the son of a god.”
After Jesus died, His body was taken to be placed in a tomb. The Roman soldier friend of Jesus and Tim carried the little dog to Jesus’ tomb. He placed Tim in a little golden box and placed it at Jesus’ feet.
Exactly one year later, this same Roman soldier returned to the tomb. He began to reflect on his friendship with Jesus and the little dog, Tim. He thought of the little dog’s faithfulness. This little dog was a good little soldier who loved his Master.
At that moment, the Roman soldier reflected on his own life and his commitment to his king. He thought about how meaningless it was compared to the dog’s love of his Master.
The soldier began to remove his helmet, then his breastplate, and then his shoes. He placed them on the cement slab (alter) where Jesus had lain. Then he put his spear and his sword on the slab.
As he stood there in his regular clothing, looking no longer like a soldier, he fell to his knees and said, “Forgive me, Jesus. I knew not what I was doing.”
There began a great rumbling of the ground all around him and there was a blinding light. The light was familiar. It was just like the light that appeared the night that he was guarding Jesus’ grave. There standing in the doorway of the tomb stood Jesus. Tim the Mutt was standing at His side.
Jesus held out His hand to the man and said, “Come. Follow Me.”
The man followed Jesus and Tim out of the tomb. He thought to himself, “Now it is I who is coming out of the tomb on this Easter morning.”
** BORN AGAIN SOLDIER OF CHRIST **
1rs. They came to take Jesus away. They said He committed crimes against their religion. Tim stayed with Jesus’ friends as the soldiers took Jesus away.
There began a great rumbling of the ground all around him and there was a blinding light. The light was familiar. It was just like the light that appeared the night that he was guarding Jesus’ grave. There standing in the doorway of the tomb stood Jesus. Tim