Last night, Sunday June the 13th, my Father was walking his little lap dog down our street. A pit bull dog charged across the street after little Max. The pit bull grabbed Max in his jaws & my Dad grabbed its jaws to hold them open.Can you say, "Let's Get Ready to Rumble!!!!?" Dad was amazed at the power of this dog. They literally wrestled across the entire street. Dad was bitten badly during this time.
God gave Dad the presence of mind to wrap the leash around the dog's neck & strangle it. He made sure it wasn't going to get up...ever again.
He then grabbed his poor little Max & ran the quarter mile home. Now Dad is 68 years old but don't tell that to the pit bull.
We went to the ER & he was just covered with puncture wounds, abrasions & in some places - literally chunks of flesh just missing - ripped out by a dog trained to fight.
When I saw Dad his pants & shirt had more rips & holes than not. He looked like he had gone through a shredder. He was covered in his own blood.
Now, because whoever owned that dog immediately disposed of the body, He may have to get a series of shots for rabies. We don't know yet.
What does that have to do with Christ our "Christus Victor"? Well I just couldn't help being reminded of how Christ ripped me out of the jaws of Satan, how he was torn in the process & how he bled & how ultimately He slew the serpent & won the keys to death, hell & the grave. Why? For the same reason a 68 year old man would attack a pit bull with his bear hands...LOVE. A love that makes no logical sense mind you but love none the less. Jesus WON our ransom - He rescued us & defeated our foe forever! And he did it out of LOVE. I was just as helpless as little Max & Christ was just as committed as my Dad & infinitely more.
A torn & bleeding Father, a grateful lap dog, a helpless sinner & a victorious messiah - My Christus Victor!
"But God demonstrated his love by sending Christ to die for us while we yet hated him"
7 comments:
Wonderful!! Thanks for sharing your gift of words.
Dad would like a printed copy of this Paul...so glad you are our son. Sherry and you were right there for us and with us in the hospital. Thanks and your brothers all called daddy on Monday after hearing about this. Love you all.
God also gave your father "bear"hands to help slay the vicious dog....praise the Lord !
I thought he killed the dog the first night. Did the dog come back to life? Was it by any chance named Lazurus?
The first attack by the pit bull resulted in the dog's demise. How did this dog launch an attack the next night? Was the dog named Lazurus
Wonderful strength and strong faith.
I will be sure to keep him in my prayers - I must say your father keeps everyone on the edge of their seats with his yearly adventures I bet that dog would have thought better of itself if it knew it was going after a man who fought with a chain saw last year and won! Thanks for the great analogy of the love of our Heavenly Father!
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