Our little rescue never hesitates to express the love and thankfulness in his heart for his salvation. He never wavers in his open expression no matter who is in his presence. I began to realize that my thankfulness in the saving grace of Jesus Christ should be as evident for all the world to see.
How often do I wag my tail?
Then, my thoughts turned back to our little dog that doesn’t appear to know his name. After all, he had been picked up as a stray, running on the streets of NYC and some shelter worker decided he looked like a “Calvin.” Since he is about four years of age, we can only wonder what he had been called for most of his life.
When I tell him that he is a “good boy” or a “good little man” he answers by wagging his tail and if I call him “Calvin” he just continues the tail wagging. Does it matter what I call him? It probably doesn’t matter in the scheme of things although it would be helpful for us humans who live with him because we know his name.
I began to think about the importance of names. These are the statistics about my first name:
There are 226,113 people in the U.S. with the first name Michele.
Statistically the 294th most popular first name is Michele (with one “L”).
More than 99.9 percent of people with the first name Michele are female.
You can search your name statistics here.
I researched the history of the name, Calvin, and found this information on the www.behindthename.com website:
Derived from the French surname Chauvin, which was derived from chauve “bald”. The surname was borne by Jean Chauvin (1509-1564), a theologian from France who was one of the leaders of the Protestant Reformation. His surname was Latinized as Calvinus (based on Latin calvus “bald”) and he is known as John Calvin in English. It has been used as a given name in his honour since the 19th century.
Notice how the meaning in Latin is bald. Our little guy was severely matted and his hair was thinning, could the shelter workers have possibly drawn the correlation between his balding and his name? I wonder.
Anyway, he comes when he is called, whatever we call him and “Good boy” seems to set his tail a wagging, so I’ve decided to agree with Shakespeare and declare that “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet” and since his bath, he does smell pretty good.
It took a little stray to teach me a very important lesson. He wags his tail constantly when he sees me even if I’ve just returned from the mailbox.
I shared with friends the importance of giving thanks. Our little rescue never hesitates to express the love and thankfulness in his heart for his salvation. He never wavers in his open expression no matter who is in his presence. I began to realize that my thankfulness in the saving grace of Jesus Christ should be as evident for all the world to see.
How often do I wag my tail? Not enough.