Once upon a time there was a little dog who lived on abusy street corner. In die cold winter, in the hot Summer, she was always there. She watched every car stopped at the traffic light. I passed that corner ofter, almost everydaty. The times the red light caught me, I would often roll my window down and have a nice chat with the “homeless” dog who lived on the corner. Sometime I would share my breakfast with her. She always wagged her tail and said thank you.
One night I saw Gypsy running ...
down the street in the pouring rain. I thought she might have been running home, but found she was only running to a nearby factory to find shelter under an awning there. Time passed and Gypsy left that corner and moved to another corner further down the busy highway. This corner was a little nicer in hot weather. There was a shade tree where Gypsy often found rest. Sometime a friend would join her there. Cars stopped and people shared smiles and food with Gypsy. People stopped and put dog food out in plastic containers daily. Gypsy always sheared with her friends. I often wondered if Gypsy had once had a home and someone abandoned her there. I guess she was always watching for her master to return and take her back home.
Last Wednesday as I approached Gypsy's corner, the light was red. I stopped but didn't see Gypsy. In her usual place I saw two ladies standing with a camera. I looked past them and saw flowers attached to a huge white dog bone on a stand. It was a wreath. I pulled off the road and got out. The ladies were standing by a fresh grave. I asked what had happened. The ladies worked at a veterinary clinic down the road. They said someone ran over Gypsy the day before and brought her into the clinic. They couldn't save her. Beside the grave were dishes filled with dog food people had left the night before. There was a big sign bidding farewell to Gypsy.
Gypsy was just a homeless dog, just a forgotten mutt left behind. Yet Gypsy made a difference in her corner of the world. She caused many strangers to share a smile, a kind word, and some food with her every day. I know in my life there were many days I didn't really feel like smiling ,but when I saw Gypsy manning her post, wagging her tail, and smiling a doggy smile; it made me smile. Now Gypsy wasn't a sheep obviously, she might have had a little sheep dog in her, but she was fed very well. The thing is while she was being fed she was also feeding others. Her aloneness in this world caused many people to share, care, and feed. She brought joy just by being. How many of us humans, who God did command to feed His sheep can say that? Do we bring joy into others lives just by being. While we are waiting for our Master to come take us home, are we making a difference in the lives of others? Are we simply being fed, or are we also feeding?
On days when we feel all alone and left behind, feeling tired and hungry, we should lift up our heads and look around to see who we can feed. Feeding others brings fullness and joy.
He saith unto him the third time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? Peter was grieved because he said unto him the third time, Lovest thou me? And he said unto him, Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee. Jesus saith unto him, Feed my sheep John 21:17