Our dog is an idiot.
If it isn’t bad enough that this 6 pound Yorkshire Terrier wears pants to keep him from hiking his leg on anything bigger than he is (which is basically everything), last night he decided to hold a 20 minute licking session with his back right foot on the blanket where I sleep. Here I am, still recovering from my DST hangover, and this stupid canine decides to create a puddle of slobber for me to lay in.
I lost my mind.
As the dog scurried to hide himself on my wife’s (dry) side of the bed, she got a good late-night laugh at my expense.
Why do we let animals live in our homes? (Alas, that question is for another post).
The truth is, I had some unresolved angst living inside of me last night that had nothing to do with the dog – some stress from work and the weight of a few heavy circumstances that were poking at the broken places and insecurities inside of me. Add fatigue to the potion, and the dog gets blasted for a silly and unintentional offense.
The problem was inside of me, but I needed somewhere else to lay the blame. Something outside of myself. Dogs are good for that.
As silly as it may sound, this story is a microcosm of our human condition. Our fallen instincts scream at us to look outside of ourselves for the source of our issues.
Family of origin issues.
“If ‘they’ were just better, I would be better!”
And those same instincts challenge us to search inside of ourselves for the solution.
The pursuit of happiness.
“I will make my own way in this world!”
And while all of these things may have some merit, this worldview helps us dodge the root problem that is at play. As usual, the Gospel turns our human assumptions on their head.
The primary source of my issues resides inside of me:
Sin is a virus that infects every aspect of our lives with self-absorption, self-obsession, and self-worship. It puts me at the center and everything and everyone else (including God) in my orbit. It’s the root of everything ugly and broken, and I am incapable of remedying it on my own.
The only Solution is outside of me:
The Gospel offers us wholeness as a gift. It’s given from the outside, not conjured up from the inside. The finished work of Jesus Christ clothes us in redemption. All I have to do is give up. Stop blaming. Stop striving. Stop trying to be my own savior. Stop pointing at everyone and everything else.
This is Good News, but it takes humility to truly hear it.
The brokenness is inside. The Answer is outside.
Maybe it’s time to stop blaming the dog.