The (Basset) Hound of Heaven and Dachshunds for God

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I love dogs, but I have a special affection for the short-legged varieties.  One of my favorite dogs of all time was a basset hound we had when our boys were young.  Snoopy moved through life at a pace that was—shall we say—leisurely, sometimes maddeningly so, contentedly sniffing along the sidewalk with no regard for the calorie-burning value of our outing.  But while short of leg, he was long on love, devoted absolutely to his family.

Our current dog is also loving and devoted and even shorter.  Daisy is a dachshund mix whose legs work overtime as she walks the neighborhood with us.  As fit-looking folks pass us by, jogging along with their big, beautiful dogs, I have to admit Daisy and I look at each other with just a hint of mutual disappointment.

It’s easy to underestimate short-legged dogs.  No one is going to call them glamorous, after all, and they certainly won’t win any races against, well, pretty much anybody, but they are nonetheless “strangely and wonderfully” bred, if not made.  They have a rich history often ignored in our suburbanized world.  Bassets and dachshunds are hunters, bred to go low, even subterranean, in search of their prey, plowing through underbrush and thickets that would halt their more long-legged, fleet-of-foot cousins.  Lowly and awkward?  How about noble and brave?  Let us now praise less-than-famous canines.

In fact, I’d like to suggest that you and I become dachshunds for Christ.

You see, I have come to understand that the race is not always to the swift, or the battle to the strong, but often to the ones willing to go where and when others will not.  So, let us follow love wherever it leads—through all the shadowy thickets of this world, through all the prickly briers of power, through all the untended weeds of self-interest and self-righteousness.  Let none of it stop us.  We don’t have to be the fastest, the biggest, or the most elegant, but looking neither left nor right, with hearts focused only on the Master who calls us, let us keep moving—low and slow if need be—even when others, covered with cockle burrs and beggars’ lice, have long since turned tail and run.

It is love that calls us, and we are strangely and wonderfully made, if not bred, to persevere.  We are a mighty, unstoppable force; we are God’s own dachshunds; and there’s not a snarling wolf pack—or rabbit hole—in the world that can stop us.

In Christ,

Rev. Mark Westmoreland

Author: Jenn Harris

“I am dedicated to helping our church communicate the love of Jesus Christ, and passionate about helping people connect with others and our amazing God.”

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