I had to take my truck in for repairs that would hopefully enable it to pass the states emissions standards so I could get it licensed.
It wouldn’t be so bad…I had a book and the shop had a Keurig machine and I settled in to the waiting area.
Within a minute or two I had company…an older man and a dog.
A big dog.
It appeared to be a pit bull/boxer mix and it was on the end of a short leash and everything about that dog spoke of terror.
It wasn’t terrifying, it was terrified.
She looked at me fearfully and apologetically as she passed, as if she were ashamed to be seen in public.
It was disturbing to see.
One of the counter workers commented on how pretty a dog it was…her master replied that he had found her abandoned in the desert years ago and had rescued her.
He thought she might be worth something…
I asked if I could pet her as she seemed to be the loneliest dog I’d ever seen.
That’s when I saw the collar.
It looked like some piece of medieval torture equipment left over from the Spanish Inquisition.
I asked, (not very politely)…what in the sam hell was around this noble beasts neck?
“That’s her collar…if she gets frisky I just yank it and the problem is solved”, he replied proudly.
I couldn’t share space with Torquemada and his victim so I gathered my book and walked home to wait there.
Later I found out that the device on the dog is called a “prong collar”.
It’s a training device that is supposed to put even pressure around the neck and the dog will respond to gentle pressure to do or not do what the trainer desires.
I also learned that it’s meant to be temporary, for training only.
The dog at the shop had been wearing one for seven years.
There are some in the church who believe that God fits His children with similar collars…then waits from on high for them to make a mistake so He can yank the leash.
Each prong is a law of God or one created by men and the penalty for disobedience is swift and harsh.
Some men love to hold the leash, but they do not love what’s on the end of it.
The end of such training is joyless, graceless, fear based obedience to laws and men.
I wanted to take the collar off that dog and place it around that cruel fools neck while letting the dog romp and play…and yank the leash if the man objected to freedom and joy.
Sadly, that was not possible.
If you’re wearing one of those church made collars I can’t take it off for you either.
You can do it yourself.
Your Master loves you…and He didn’t make that collar.
He thinks you’re worth something…
Make your own application…