I’ve got a picky dog.
But it's not my fault...
When it comes to food, Princesa won’t be bothered with eating normal dog food. No, that dry dog food we buy from the market usually sits in her lonely bowl crying out to be eaten. Obviously, that’s for mere mortal dogs that haven’t risen to the status of her dog-abilities.
I think she might be a new breed of animal altogether. Here’s the breakdown of her genetic makeup…
1.5 parts pitbull
1 part squirrel
1 part pig
1 part bunny rabbit
2 parts lazy bum.
I’m not sure which part is responsible for her eating habits. Because she’s not a normal dog. I’ve said many times that she’s still in training, hoping to one day pass the test to be a dog.
But one thing she’s already locked into place is her decision, she doesn’t want the dog food of normal dogs. You know what she wants to eat?
Chicken.
La Peruana trained her well.
When we bought her, she was a fluffball pup. La Peruana went to the market and came home with the food to make our lunch. But she brought something else I didn’t know about.
Chicken parts.
She started boiling the chicken foot and heart, or whatever it was, in water. Separate from our lunch (thank you Jesus!). When I asked her, “What are you making with this chicken foot in the pot?” She replied she was making lunch for Princesa.
I said, “Chicken? You’re going to prepare chicken for her?”
She said, “Si,” (the word for “yes,” in Spanish) looking at me matter-of-factly.
I replied very humbly with some age-defying wisdom, “If you don’t want to prepare chicken for her every single day of your life, then don’t feed her chicken. You’re going to train her to eat chicken, not her food.”
But La Peruana didn’t listen and did it anyway.
So now what does Princesa do?
While eating lunch, you’ll find Princesa sitting at our feet at the table whining for chicken pieces. However, she rarely, if ever, gets whole hunks of meat. No, that’s not for her. We will eat the meat. But she is like a ravenous lion when it comes to the bones.
After lunch, we’ll give her a couple big bones, which she immediately destroys.
Yeah, yeah… I know…
If you’re a dog-lover, you’re probably close to hitting the button and firing out a reply at me at this moment. My entire life, I’d always heard not to give chicken bones to dogs. Well, it seems that’s American folklore. Or the memo didn’t reach Peru. One way or another, Peruvian dogs subsist on chicken bones.
Now, I think the bones are my dog’s favorite, even more than chicken itself. I’ve got video of her literally growling over a bone like a lion standing over and protecting its kill. You don’t want to mess with her when it comes to bones.
Even walking past her to the kitchen, she could lunge at your foot thinking you’re attempting to steal her prized prey.
This is exactly what many Christians are doing spiritually.
I routinely run across Christians who are standing over their doctrinal bowl of bones, growling like a lion at anyone who dares come near. They fight for scraps as if their spiritual life depends on it. They want a little bone here or there. Not important if it doesn’t have any meat on it.
Meanwhile, there’s a whole life of the Spirit of Christ they are missing. Because they are so busy guarding that which has no life.
I’ve seen Christians get twisted in a knot when a certain pet doctrine is touched. Growling and attacking anyone who dares approach. These pet doctrines are nearly always something exterior. Types and styles of dress, makeup, jewelry, style of music, if one needs to kneel or not kneel… the list is nearly endless.
The reality is, there are things in the realm of God I can’t even talk about with many Christians because they are so trained to only want bones. I can’t talk about encounters I’ve had with God. I can’t talk about dreams and visions the Lord has shown me. I can’t talk about the overwhelming joy and ecstasy of His presence. I can’t even talk about how addicting His love is.
Because they are so fixated on bones with no meat. Not realizing God really is alive and waiting for life-injecting, incredible encounters with them.
That’s why I’m doing this.
Because I know there’s a tribe of people who are hungry and thirsty for something other than dry bones without meat. There’s a remnant of people who desperately want the living Christ to walk into their life with power.
If you are tired of the scraps and bones without any meat, if you want the real substance from God, then get yourself onto my life here…
P.S. This is absolutely connected to hearing the voice of God like a Prophet. Because the voice of God is connected to you being flooded with His Life and Power. If you’re fighting over Christian pet doctrine chicken bones, then you’ll have a tough time being flooded with Life. And you won’t hear God’s voice at the level God wants you to hear.