Feeding the White Dog

Today at the service I attended at Living Hope Church (www.livinghopechurch.com)  the sermon focused on the choices we make in our lives and how these day-to-day choices impact our lives.  Impact not only in that moment but more importantly in the long term.   Those of us that have been around for a while know the consequences of the choices we’ve made in our lives. 

The sermon placed a focus toward teens and young adults.  Most young people are not really aware of the cause and effect of the daily decisions they make.  The stage of life between childhood and adulthood  has to be the hardest one we will ever face.  We are offered such opportunities at this stage but yet the obstacles and challenges are by far the hardest we will ever face.  Why?  Because at that stage of life we aren’t even aware that we have choices.  We feel helpless and sometimes quite hopeless because we are not mature enough yet to know that there are lights at the end of very dark tunnels.  We feel stuck in home lifes that are suffocating and sometimes very poor examples of what life can really offer us beyond the immediate observation.  We struggle to be accepted by our friends.  We struggle with wanting to look good to others.  We want to so desperately to fit in that sometimes the choices made are in total contradiction of what we really want to do or experience.

Yet, as young people, the choices made can be life changing.  So the most vunerable are by far the least prepared to deal with life’s challenges. 

We all struggle with life’s challenges.  But at some point in our lives we all must face the fact that we control our own behaviors and the choices we make.  The sermon included  a story about an ancient Indian chief who was speaking to his young grandson.  He told his grandson that he had a white dog and a black dog who live inside him that are constantly fighting and at war with each other.  His grandson was shocked to hear this.  He asked his grandfather, “which dog wins the fight, grandfather?”.  “The dog I feed, my son”.  The white dog represented the goodness in his heart and soul.  The black dog represented his ego, his dark nature, the side that wants to hurt and retaliate. 

We all have a white dog and black dog that live inside ourselves.  They are constantly at war to win our approval.  Our approval shows up in the actions we take, the words we say, and what we allow to entire our hearts and minds.  Which dog do you choose to feed today?

One Response to “Feeding the White Dog”

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