Sometimes friends long gone can still speak to our hearts and share a special message they feel we need to hear, or remind us of things we in our busy lives have forgotten. This Sunday it was Bruiser the Boxer who came to visit Molly as she sat in church waiting for the service to start.
He was a special and dear furiend who made no pretentions about who he was. Bruiser was a simple pup with a heart of gold. He by no means was a perfect dog, but one thing he did well was love his family. When I say family, I also include whomever he held in his heart. Which was practically everyone he met.
Now Bruiser was a different sort of dog than Molly, and there were things he did that caused Molly and her family to raise a brow at. Now that right there, (the raising of the brow), was the very thing that gave Molly pause this Sunday morning as she sat in church waiting for the service to start.
You see, these many years later Molly now realized she in her own way had judged her dear furiend simply because he did things differently then she and her family would have. This indeed is a slippery slope to go down.
We can't determine the merit of a pup because he is different than we are. We measure a pup by the life he's lead and the fruit of that life. This shows the heart of a dog. If one leaves this earth a better place than they found it, and if another's life is enriched because they have been a part of it, then let this be what we are measured by.
Let us not look and secretly disapprove of the differences between ourselves and our friends, but rather if we see ourselves becoming judgmental may we take the time to stop and examine our own hearts.
Love and Peace,
Molly and my Mom