On multiple occasions I’ve watched a slight built woman walking her muscular dog in the park. Actually, she’s not walking him, he’s walking her. She leans back against his pull and even with a sturdy harness and heavy duty leash he drags her along going where he wants to go. One day they were close to the bike path and when he approached I asked if he was friendly. She said, “Oh yes, he’s my service dog!” It occurs to me this dog illustrates the actions of many believers today. We call ourselves servants and refer to Jesus as our Master…and yet we strain to drag and pull the Lord to every tree, bush and friendly face we see. The psalmist wrote, “Since you are my rock and my fortress, for the sake of your name lead and guide me” (Psalm 3:18 NIV).