The Loyal Dog

The Loyal Dog

Nigger was the dog's name. He had a good master and always wanted to follow him from place to place. He hated to be left at home. When his master put on his hat to go out and did not invite him, his ears dropped and with his head close to the floor, he looked sad and was very much hurt. Toward the end of the day he would sit on a chair by the window waiting for his master to return from work. At the first sight of his master he gave a few anxious yelps, then dashed to the door to give him an hysterical welcome. While the master was reading in the evening, Nigger was lying at his feet.

Then the master became sick. Nigger ran after the ambulance in which they took his sick master to the hospital. Nigger could go no further than the hospital door. There he waited patiently all night long. But that night the master died, and they carried his body out by another door. When the sun rose in the East, Nigger was still waiting at the hospital door. A friend finally took Nigger home. When he entered the house he sensed that something was wrong. He ran into the room where his dead master was and licked his cold face and hands. There he kept watch hour after hour.

When the time for burial came, Nigger followed the mournful procession to the cemetery. He stood close to the grave with the rest with drooping ears and sad eyes. When the sun was sinking in the West and the cemetery deserted, there remained one mourner at the grave; Nigger was still there. He stayed all night and the next day and the next. Days lengthened into months and Nigger still kept watch at the grave. He left the cemetery only long enough to hunt some food from nearby garbage pails, and then returned to keep watch at his master's grave.

Summer was drawing to a close and the cooler days of fall were beginning. Soon the snow flurries were seen. People walked faster to keep warm and at the close of day hurried to their warm homes. But Nigger remained at his master's grave day and night. He was getting thinner every day for lack of proper food. The cold north wind blew through his long shaggy hair and almost took him off his feet.

One morning when the people awoke and looked out of their windows they saw that the ground was covered with a heavy blanket of snow. The caretaker had to go to the cemetery to close the gate that he had forgotten to close the previous day. On one grave he noticed a hump under the snow. Wondering what it might be, he investigated. Pushing his hand through the soft snow, he felt long, shaggy hair. It was Nigger; he had died on his master's grave. The caretaker was deeply touched by the loyalty of this dog for his master and later he buried Nigger next to him.

That dog had a master. We, too, have a Master; he is Jesus Christ. The dog was loyal to his master; we must be loyal to our Master. The dog was willing to go hungry and to suffer in order to prove his loyalty to his master. Paul wrote in the Bible, "I also bear branded on my body the marks of the Lord Jesus" Paul suffered in order to remain loyal to Christ. He had scars and welts on his body; he was whipped and beaten and finally killed because he would not be disloyal to Christ. No one could coax that dog away from his master's grave; no one could coax Paul away from his Master, Jesus Christ. That is loyalty. We should at least be as loyal to our Master as that dog was to his.

If we are loyal to Christ, we will also want to be loyal to our Church. The Church belongs to Christ; it is His Church. People who are loyal to Christ can make a great Church. The Church cannot do much without loyal members.

There are many things we cannot do. But there is one thing which we can all do; we can be loyal. Be loyal to Christ and to His Church. Sometimes we are tempted to stay away from Church and Sunday School. Remain loyal. Remember the loyalty of Nigger, the dog.

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