Growing up I had a dog by the name of Buster. He was a big dog weighing about 100 pounds. He was such an even-tempered friend. He put up with me riding him like a horse. He was my constant companion as he would go with me to explore the neighborhood. As I look back, it’s almost as if our roles were reversed as he was the one watching me sniff around. It seems he was always watching out for me.
When we would go for those walks around the neighborhood, invariably the little dogs, like the Chihuahua and the Pekinese, would come out and nip at his hind legs. Not once do I remember Buster even giving them a notice, even though he could have easily turned around and literally crushed them with his jaws. Yet, he just kept walking with his eyes fixed on me.
When dad would take him downtown to get a haircut. Before entering the barber shop dad would tell Buster to stay right there by the door. Often customers would try to coax him in or a passerby might tempt him to follow. Buster would never leave his post. Not until dad would exit would Buster rise and follow him. Dad would not even have to say a word. Buster was so attentive that just the motion of a hand, a look, and he responded. He anticipated his master’s every move.
Looking back, I have learned from my dog, Buster, how to live a contented, fulfilled life. First, be a servant. Minister to people. Be a burden bearer. Sometimes we need to carry other's needs. Be a loyal friend. Be a patient friend. Second, keep your eyes on the Lord Jesus Christ, anticipate His every move. Follow Him. Third, don’t let the Chihuahuas and the Pekinese of this world irritate or distract you. Just enjoy the walk with your master.