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At Pepper Place Market in downtown Birmingham you’ll likely witness dogs in strollers and leashes on toddlers. My, how things have changed! I’m not exaggerating! On several different occasions I’ve witnessed this from the same family. The child is kept close with a leash and the puppy is riding in style.  Now, I for one, think the child-leash is a great Idea as long as it doesn’t choke or hurt the child. They’re usually clipped around the belt and why not let the child walk? It’s good for them and the parent’s back and sense of security. But the dog in a stroller?! Come on! I’ve also noticed that for dog lovers (and I do love dogs!), who walk their dogs in certain municipalities, they are required to carry a doggy bag for doggy poo. My question is, who is doing the walking and who is being walked?  Seems to me the dog has become the master!  I guess the quip is correct, the world has “gone to the dogs”.

                God expressed to us in Isaiah a similar observation. Isa 46:1-4  Bel bows down; Nebo stoops; their idols are on beasts and livestock; these things you carry are borne as burdens on weary beasts.  (2)  They stoop; they bow down together; they cannot save the burden, but themselves go into captivity.  (3)  “Listen to me, O house of Jacob, all the remnant of the house of Israel, who have been borne by me from before your birth, carried from the womb;  (4)  even to your old age I am he, and to gray hairs I will carry you. I have made, and I will bear; I will carry and will save.  Notice the irony.  God asked the same question of his children; who is carrying the idols and who is carrying you?  God makes several comical yet eye-opening truths about idolatry in Isaiah 40-46.  The children of Israel had given themselves over to stupidity.  How can you have something crafted and made from wood and gold, lift it up and place it on mantels, worship and bow down before it, and yet it cannot move, speak or even save its own self from destruction and captivity?

            But we are more sophisticated and intelligent than they, some say.  Nobody bows down to false idols, no one sacrifices their children before the fires of Molech, no one engages in temple prostitution, no one engages in fertility rituals. No one plans, plants, builds, and harvests based on the sun, moon and stars. We are a civilized, well-educated, industrialized, technologically advanced, moral and ethical people.  We are not beholden to ancient and silly superstition.  We are the masters of our own domain!  God is either laughing or His wrath is about to break forth!

                Silly humans! It’s exactly when we think we are so much more superior and better than we have ever been, that we do things like put dogs in strollers and children on leashes.  We think we do not bow before idols, but go into a restaurant and observe how many people are bowed before their iPhones.  We don’t have temple prostitution you say, but some places of worship have become dens for homosexuals and fornicators.  It’s not God that brings kids by the thousands to mega-churches but the god of rock and roll and entertainment.  At least we don’t throw our children into the fires!  No, we just exterminate or sacrifice them on the altars of our happiness before they even have a chance.  We often wonder what’s wrong with the younger generation, while that generation is screaming and having temper tantrums asking the question, “Why couldn’t my parents just love one another?”  But at least we plan and move about without the aid of sorcerers, witchcraft, wizards, soothsayers and such.  Well, you may have me there.  After all we have grown somewhat and have made some advances. I can see the need for psychiatrists and Dr.Phil to help us with our depression and mixed-up minds.  We certainly need motivators like Joel Osteen and Oprah Winfrey to make us feel good about our selfish lives. I’ll need the “truth makers” like Bill Maher, CNN, Fox News, and MSNBC to keep me informed and on the edge.  Yes sir! At least we’re moving in the right direction.  Well, I’ve nothing more to say.  The cat is demanding that I carry him to his dish and bring him food and water.

 

Darryl Fuller