All day there had been little yips and yelps — and sometimes even a forlorn little howl. There certainly must be a dog somewhere near. Two women listened — and looked — but could see no sign of a dog on the busy street. They went down to the basement of the office building where they worked. There was no dog, but weren’t the sounds just a little louder down there?
Back to the street they went, and this time they noticed a small opening that opened to a storm drain. And there they found the unhappy, trapped little dog. Then began the search for rescuers, but no volunteers came forward.
At last they had to leave the unhappy little animal overnight; they could do no more for him than tossing down little bits of meat.
The next morning the women were there early to check on the dog. One said, “There he was, just sitting there, looking at us with sad little puppy eyes.” But help was near. Two officers from the County Animal Control arrived and went to work. For two hours they coaxed the puppy to come within reach of their equipment and at last — snap! — they had him. They drew him up through the little hole he probably had fallen in. One interested observer said he was “emaciated,” which enabled him to fall into the narrow drain, and he had a broken leg, which prevented him from scrambling out.
Now, though thin and dirty and hungry and in need of a veterinarian’s care, he was a happy little doggie. He was RESCUED! He was LOVED! And he would soon be at HOME!
It is a dim little picture, but we can understand and relate to it. We too can be rescued from a dark pit of sorrow and despair, leaving sin and guilt behind forever. We too look on to a glorious home, a home where sin can never come, with the Lord Jesus Christ who loved us and gave Himself for us. That love is beyond understanding, but it is for “as many as received it,” and it will go with us through life and the ages of eternity.
Understand it? No. But accept it? Oh yes, Lord! YES!