A few weeks ago we went to the store and found this huge steak on sale for $3.50 at Safeway. Of course it was one of the tougher cuts but I thought if we marinated and barbecued the thing it would be all right. We didn’t have any marinade sauce so I made up my own deal with molasses, soy sauce, garlic, cayenne pepper, and a couple of other ingredients that seemed good.
After it sat in the sauce for a while we cooked it up and it was amazingly good. The steak was so big that we got about 3 meals out of it. One day, I made a sandwich out of it and took it to work for lunch. It was one of those days that did not permit much time for lunch and although I thought about how good that sandwich would taste all day, it wasn’t until the day was over that I had any time to eat. I debated about trying to eat on the way home but the idea of all that savory flavor won out and I unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite. I thought it was wonderful. Then tragedy struck. I big piece of that meat slipped between the bread, bounced off my lap and rolled on the floor of my car. While screaming down the highway, I reached down and grabbed it with near light speed. It didn’t look too bad and was well within the 5 second rule time frame, but then I thought of all the places my feet have been in last 6 months and all the things that could be on the carpet and I just couldn’t do it.
I was nearly pushed to the point of despair until I hit upon a terrific idea. To avoid such a terrible waste of this tasty morsel, I would toss it to the first dog I came upon. Sometimes dogs can be nearly human in their reactions to things and I imagined how the dog’s big brown eyes would shine with delight and how his tail might wag once he sunk his teeth into the succulent beef. I was quite taken with the idea and began to plan out the method of delivery. It would be quite a challenge to get it to the dog from a car car going 50 miles an hour and complex variables such as wind resistance and arm strength would have to be considered. It would have to be laid out in front of the dog so he could see it and done in a manner that would communicate that a great gift is being offered. It would be bad if the dog thought I was throwing rocks at it or if the throw was so off the mark that he didn’t even see it. If the dog was on the right it would have to be a hook shot over the top of the car and if the dog was not the left it would have to be a sort of Frisbee like toss.
As I got closer to home, I became increasingly concerned because I hadn’t seen any dogs. To my huge disappointment I discovered that there were no dogs on the 22 mile route from work to my house. Even the beagle was not out that day. As I threw the meat into the trash with great disgust, I thought that must be how Jesus feels to have a great gift of salvation and no takers.
I thought about that for a few minutes and then thought perhaps I wasn’t thinking about things rightly. Jesus said that the fields were ripe, the harvest was plentiful, and the problem was that there were few workers. As I looked back on the whole experience, I guess it would have been better to take that meat to the dog pound. I probably should clean the carpets in my car too.