Today, I tried writing a post several times, but without success. I just couldn’t seem to think clearly. Unlike other episodes of “writers block”, I had a very good reason- My dog Pal. We took him to the vet last Thursday and waited for what seemed like an hour. I held him the entire time and he didn’t move a bit. It has always been like that, for I know he loved being held. His kidneys had failed and this had an awful effect on his already weakened heart. Anyway, there was only one thing to do; put him to sleep.
The thing is: Pal will always be with me. His love was so sincere and intense that over the past decade it has genuinely changed me. Today, as I sat at my computer, I just happened to look up and noticed a paper printout of last weeks picture of Pal that I had used for my blog post. I realized that my memory of him will never fade away because his life and mine will always be intertwined. While looking for a picture for today’s post, I found a poem that just seemed to say how I felt, so I used the picture of the poem (above). After looking at it a bit, I thought about a passage from the Bible and the following words became more meaningful to me than ever before.
The Bible says…
Luke 22 ( World English Bible )
13 They went, found things as he had told them, and they prepared the Passover.
14 When the hour had come, he sat down with the twelve apostles.
15 He said to them, “I have earnestly desired to eat this Passover with you before I suffer,
16 for I tell you, I will no longer by any means eat of it until it is fulfilled in the Kingdom of God.”
17 He received a cup, and when he had given thanks, he said, “Take this, and share it among yourselves,
18 for I tell you, I will not drink at all again from the fruit of the vine, until the Kingdom of God comes.”
19 He took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it, and gave to them, saying, “This is my body which is given for you. Do this in memory of me.”
20 Likewise, he took the cup after supper, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood, which is poured out for you.
You know, the poem and the celebration of the Lord’s supper have something in common- doing. When I do something it often triggers a fond memory. I will remember my dog Pal by simple actions that I do and I will remember Jesus while partaking of the celebration of the Lord’s supper. Funny, as I think about it, there is another thing that the poem and the supper have in common- love. Somehow, my life seems much better as I contemplate these things. Humm, Pal and especially Jesus both really, really loved me. I think I will hold onto that thought...
Your Friend,
Gary