I am not certain that my observations are totally accurate but it seems as if the dogs in Ghana just wander from place to place hoping to find something to eat. They don’t really belong, but they are hungry. When they do find a meal they may lay down in the shade for a bit but it isn’t too long before they are roaming from kiosk to kiosk tongue out and nose down in the red dirt searching for something to satisfy their hunger.
These dogs remind me of the Syrophoenician woman in Matthew 15 and Mark 7. I hope you will forgive me for saying so, but even Jesus compared her to a dog. Her hunger was not a natural hunger but a spiritual one. Her daughter was “grievously vexed with a devil” and she was desperate for an answer. The disciples were quite tired of hearing about it and even complained to Jesus, “Send her away; for she crieth after us.” Had they forgotten what it was to be hungry?
Not only was she hungry but like the dogs, she didn’t belong; she didn’t have any claim on that which she was seeking. Jesus made this quite clear, “It is not meet to take the children’s bread, and to cast it to dogs.” Hers was an unlawful hunger.
This is where I would have given up; she didn’t. Her unlawful hunger caused her to keep pushing.
“Truth, Lord: yet the dogs eat of the crumbs which fall from their masters’ table.”
And she got what she was looking for.
Never lose your hunger. Sometimes and in some ways it is better to be a hungry dog than it is to be a satisfied disciple.