In general, the scene is the big crowd of the colorful folk gathered around Jesus. Some disciples carry around large baskets of food. All satisfied. All enjoying one another.

Yet it was neither the people in the crowd nor the disciples- nor even Jesus- who elicited my excitement. It was, instead, the dog. Centrally located. And not just any dog-but rather, a tattered, stray dog.

This poor mongrel was having the time of its life. A basket of food had been left aside on the ground. The dog was into it. Literally into it. Not just his head and mouth but also a front foot. To make my excitement complete, not a single person was worried about this dog getting at the food. The loaves and fishes were so plentiful that if a stray dog wanted some, good for him!

What a wonderful parable in paint! Jesus and our God do not go in for half measures. They do not even stop at the point of what is a just and fair measure. This God is extravagant in giving gifts. The ultimate big spender.

Who is that poor, stray dog? When I look at the painting it is me. Not concerned where I am, just appreciative to be the recipient of such bounty.

Wow! What a life this is! Whoof, whoof.