Spin to the left – stop – spin to the right – stop…. That was our little dog the other day.  He was frantically chasing his tail.   We don’t know what drove him to so aggressively go after his tail; or why he so bothered by it.  But once the offending issue was no longer offensive, he stopped and went about his business.

I then too went about my business but my mind was still focused on the scene.  I laughed.  I do not have a tail.  But there are many things that transpire in the course of my day that make me just as crazy as my little dogs tail did him.  The funny thing is the stuff that we are connected to seems to make us the craziest – family, friends, ourselves and even our dogs.  It can something small but whatever it is it can drive you crazy.

I laugh because I know I am “a tail” to someone – to a few someones… what is even more sad is that I can be that tail to my Jesus.  I know I do things that makes him crazy… just like my little dog -whom I love anyway… My Jesus loves me anyway!  He loves me like CRAZY!

Phone Rings….” (sobbing) I have been in a wreck!” I recently recieved this call from my 17 yr. old. My heart stops! Panic, fear, and parental desire to get to my kid…pushed me to do something I never thought I was capable of.  I became a criminal! I stole my neighbors car-briefly to get to my kid. You see before you judge me too severely, may I explain. My kid and I share a car – since I work from home, it has been easily managed. However, on this day, I became criminal. We were house sitting for our good friend and neighbor…and when I received the call of fear, desperation and need echoing through the phone line all “sanity” left me. I called everyone I could think of that would be readily available to assist – but to NO avail!  That is when I made the decision to go criminal. I am not proud of this,  I took advantage of our trust with our friend and neighbor and stole her car to get to my kid. I prayed that would understand the why, but in truth, I felt I had no other option.  All I wanted to do was to get to my kid and bring her home.  All I wanted and needed to do, was to wrap my arms around her, tell her I love her and to bring her home. It was with that overwhelming desire and love, that turned me criminal. Did I steal a car? Yes. Were my motives valid? Yes. Would my neighbors understand? I pray so.  Would I do it again? Yes.  Why? because I knew I needed to get to my child. My child was incapable of getting to me.  So I was willing to become a criminal and pay the cost of that,(losing a friend’s trust) in order, to be with my child and to bring her home.  Love makes you criminal!
As I reflect on this situation, in a sense,  I can’t help thinking that my Jesus did the same thing.  He heard the desperate call from his children.  He knew that they were incapable of getting to him…. so he was willing to be “criminal” in order to bring His children home. You see Jesus was sinless. He did nothing wrong but because we- His Children, are at fault.   He chose willing to pay for our mistakes. What did those mistakes cost Him? His life.  He was labeled and treated as a criminal because of His love for His children.  He gladly took on that label, because it meant that He would be able to bring his children home.  I understand that SO much more deeply than ever before.  

Thank you Jesus for your criminal love for your children!