“Teacher,
what is the greatest commandment in the law?”
Jesus
replied: “’Love the Lord your God with all of your heart,
With
all of your soul and with all of your mind.
This
is the first and greatest commandment.
‘And
the second is like it.
‘Love
your neighbor as yourself.’
Matthew
22: 36-40 (NIV)
What
I Learned from My Golden Retriever, Tracker
Recently
a friend and I were talking, and decided that being acknowledged, or accepted,
is a universal need. The conversation reminded me of a couple of incidents with
my housemate years ago, Tracker, a 95-lb. Golden Retriever.
Daily
my next-door neighbor and I would sit out in the back while I threw the ball
for Tracker and her little girl, Tracker’s age, would play. One day we turned
all of our attention to the child as she and Tracker stood in front of our
chairs. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw Tracker swish his rear end
and knock Christina down. What he did was so quick and subtle that had I not
been looking, the swishing of the rear would have been missed. Now, Tracker
loved Christina, and would not have purposely hurt her, but he wasn’t getting
any attention and being left out hurt, even though he was just a dog.
This
remembrance brought to mind a conversation where a friend lamented.
I’m in this group that meets weekly and I’m
bothered that the leader never acknowledges me when he’s talking. He’ll look at
everyone except for me. There’s never been an incident between the two of us,
so I don’t understand.
Thought:
These two stories remind me that we all have the need for recognition and
acknowledgement or acceptance.
I
started asking myself how do we get into deciding to reject others? This reminded
me of a couple of more stories:
Tracker
had just had his first hair cut—a buzz. He looked so different that I started
laughing as did some others. After all, he’s just a dog and doesn’t understand
we’re laughing at him. Yes, he was just a dog, but he realized something was different
and all but hid out the next two weeks. During that time a friend commented
that Tracker looked miserable.
Several
years ago at a dinner party, three of us had a lively conversation going, but I
became aware we were ignoring the person across the table. My momentary thought
was I am enjoying myself, let him take care of himself. Thankfully, good
manners, thank you Mother, took over and I brought him into the group. That was
a special occasion and the memories are sweeter knowing that no one felt left
out.
Thought:
We can never rationalize not acknowledging or accepting another with the
thought he/she’s “just a”. “Just a” is when I think; I don’t have to
acknowledge that person because he/she is—socially inadequate, doesn’t live in
the right zip code, is no help to me, I’m having too much fun to worry about
him/her—you get the picture.
With
Tracker there was no such thing as “just a”; he had the confidence to love us
all.
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