Showing posts with label Wellie. Show all posts
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Thursday, November 24, 2022

Thankful!

Thanksgiving Day, Thursday, November 24, 2022

Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus.  1 Thessalonians 5:18

Seven years ago on a rainy August morning, I awoke to find that our little dog Wellie’s hind legs had become paralyzed.  A few hours later I got the call from my brother Thom that our Dad had graduated to the Church Triumphant. 

When big things happen in your life, especially on the same day, you remember that day clearly, and with an intensity of emotion.  I don’t know how more oddly-connected two events could be – the death of my father joined in my memory to a dog’s health issue.  But there are some similarities.

There is pain

While our vet assured us our little fur-beast feels no pain, the look of bewilderment on his little face that morning, and the growing sense of loss was unmistakable.  Perhaps the harsh reality of seeing a little animal suffer helped prepare my heart for what was to come just moments later, when I would hear the words that Dad had passed.

There is also patience

My father was not a patient man.  He could get excited about the prospect of getting something accomplished in an intense way that was so focused, all else had to be put on-hold.  You could see it in his eyes, and it always meant you could get on board or you could stay behind! 

Sometimes it took great patience just to be around my Dad; navigating his energetic ways caused patience to develop in those who knew him well. 

Our little Wellie’s paralyzed legs have forced him to slow down.  I had to re-learn patience as I help him up and down stairs, and do the mundane tasks that were taken for granted before.

There is perseverance

Wellie is not a little dog to be denied!  When it is supper time he lets you know with that stare and incessant barking, right in your face!  He maintains his space, and will not be pushed aside.  

He still plays, loves and licks you on the ear lobe when you pick him up.  He knows the family routines and is always willing to lead the pack when it’s time to go, dragging his little back legs behind.  These are important issues to a dog.

My Dad also paid attention to the important things.  He loved my Mother and his sons fiercely and faithfully.  He loved and served God with whatever lot God placed in his hands.  Even in his nineties Dad could be seen in the halls of the local nursing homes limping along with his cane, visiting (as he called them), the old people, bringing the joke-of-the-day and a smile to each room.

My father was a man of perseverance, overcoming his depression-shortened education with a lifelong thirst for learning.  He would make the most of his annual vacation time by visiting historic sites in the United States. 

Perhaps what I will remember most is Dad’s integrity, a character strength which balanced-out his impatience and perseverance.  Somehow this ordinary man had an extraordinary impact on those with whom he shared this life. 

One story my Mother told me was how Dad worked his way up to be the foreman’s assistant at the aviation plant during World War II.  He supervised a dozen workers.  After the war the need for planes eased up, and with it came layoffs.  One day the boss came to him with the list of people Dad would have to give notice of termination.  One of those men had a large family, and had been a faithful employee for years.  My Father tried to reason with the boss that the man shouldn’t be on the list.  Another employee, a young girl had only recently been hired; it was only right that she be let go, because she was living with her parents, and the economic hardship would be less than someone with so many depending on his paycheck.  The boss refused; Mom said they later learned it was because the boss was pursuing her romantically.  When Dad found this out he refused to fire the man with the family.  The boss said:  you either put his name back on that list, or put your own on there in his place.  And that is exactly what he did!

At times I have been faced with ethical decisions, and it is my Dad’s integrity, placing faithful commitment to doing what’s right, above career, money or comfort, which helped build in me a moral compass based upon kingdom principles.  Whatever sense of character I possess, my Father was a Godly teacher who led me to the well. 

For You Today  

It’s been more than seven years, and the thankfulness for a man’s impact on a son is still growing.  Thanks,Dad!                                                                             

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!

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There are about 2,000 devotional posts and 400 sermons in the Rocky Road Devotions library.  To dig deeper on today’s topic, explore some of these: 

       A Gift in the Basket   and   The Passover Connection

This devotional memoir first appeared on Rocky Road Devotions entitled Thanks Dad! August 11, 2016 (updated this date)

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Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©   

Thursday, September 1, 2022

The Comfort of Being Known

Thursday, September 1, 2022

O Lord, you have examined my heart and know everything about me.  You know when I sit down or stand up.  You know my thoughts even when I’m far away.  You see me when I travel and when I rest at home.  You know everything I do.  You know what I am going to say even before I say it, Lord.  You go before me and follow me.  You place your hand of blessing on my head.  Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too great for me to understand!

You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb.  Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!  Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.  You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.  You saw me before I was born.  Every day of my life was recorded in your book.  Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.  How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.  They cannot be numbered!  I can’t even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand!  And when I wake up, you are still with me! 

Psalm 139:1-6, 13-18

Our little Shih-Tzu dog, Wellie, is always under-foot; he’s not intentionally trying to have us trip on him…he just wants to be near us.  When I sit at my desk to study or write, there’s never a question where he’ll be.

The veternarian might call this little guy’s attachment “separation anxiety” but the fact is, we are mostly all he’s got.  There aren’t any other furry critters in the house, and he doesn’t get around too well because his back legs don’t work.  So Wellie talks to us (a lot)!  And he will not be quieted; he wants response (especially around dinner time)!  We’re thinking there must be some comfort for him to be near his human pets. 

You and I are not a whole lot different from Wellie.  We are really limited, physically, mentally, and relationally-speaking.  We mess up a good bit, some of it because we just can’t help ourselves, and some because we’re mean.  (Wellie is rarely mean, but if we get home after his meal time, he’s as cranky as they get!) 

Like Wellie, we too have an owner.  God is our creator and we are so dependent on Him for everything…even the next breath you take is in His hands.  The Psalmist marvels at the closeness of God, and the knowledge He has of the complexity with which we are put together; He made us, and it was with the simplest of His thoughts, but light-years ahead of our deepest comprehension.  And the comfort it brings us to know He is there, even watching over us as we sleep – being there when we awaken – and knowing our needs before we can even think of them….it is all so very above imagination!

For You Today

Let this thought govern your day, and your dreams tonight…

God introduced Himself to Moses with the name of His being:  I AM…that I AM.  And with that he described what drives our faith, and helps us understand the meaning of our very existance…along with being able to rest in His care:

The I AM loved us before, now, and for all eternity.  Try that on for comfort!

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!

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There are about 2,000 devotional posts and 400 sermons in the Rocky Road Devotions library.  To dig deeper on today’s topic, explore some of these: 

The Doily and Subway Sermon

[1] Images:   Title Image today is a portrait in oils of our Wellie, by Jennifer Brownworth Klim                                                              Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©   

Thursday, April 14, 2022

Taking Your Meds

 

Thursday, April 14, 2022

For I pass on to you what I received from the Lord himself.  On the night when he was betrayed, the Lord Jesus took some bread and gave thanks to God for it.  Then he broke it in pieces and said, “This is my body, which is given for you.  Do this in remembrance of me.”  In the same way, he took the cup of wine after supper, saying, “This cup is the new covenant between God and his people—an agreement confirmed with my blood.  Do this in remembrance of me as often as you drink it.”  For every time you eat this bread and drink this cup, you are announcing the Lord’s death until he comes again.  1 Corinthians 11:23-26

Medication time is somewhat tedious if you're the giver, and the patient has four legs. 


But our dog, Wellie, who is in a long term relationship with chicken (in any shape, size, original, or extra-crispy), gives me no problem with pills.  I could wrap a lethal tarantula the size of Cleveland in an ounce of chicken skin and he would swallow it like a vacuum inhales a feather.  Problem solved!

Overweight Shih-Tzus aside, few people enjoy taking their meds.  I could be biased…, but nonetheless, I’m one who utterly despises any medication, even though taking the stuff helps keep me breathing.  Of late, when my doctor asks me how I’m doing, I growl, FINE!  It seems to be effective in avoiding more trips to the pharmacy!

The apostle Paul’s words to the Corinthian believers sounds somewhat like a doctor prescribing:  Do this…it’s an announcement of the cross, a reminder of the resurrection, and strength for when Jesus comes back.  And, truth be told, this was a vitally-required spiritual medication for the Corinth church.  They were in dire need of healing for their selfish, hedonistic ways.  They had little appreciation for the worship moment of The Supper, which, in their case, had turned into a dinner-on-the-grounds pig-out.  

There are some who, for whatever reason, view The Supper that way…a routine to be followed…ho-hum, pass the bread and Welch’s, please.  It goes down like the regimented swallowing of a pill, absentmindedly giving little or no thought to the holiness of the moment.  Somehow the magnitude of what’s going on at the table is lost, and (sadly enough) so is its’ grace-filled benefit.  It leaves no lasting aroma like the gift of Mary’s anointing of Jesus’ feet with expensive perfume, or savoring of the taste of what Isaac Watts called sorrow and love flow[ing] mingled down[1].

For You Today

Maundy Thursday of Holy Week, is a particularly poignant time for celebrating the coming cross, and eating the Holy Meal, remembering that passion of our Lord’s sacrifice.  Our eternal souls should not need the meal wrapped in chicken to go down gladly.  So, let’s go there allowing the Proverb writer the last word on taking our meds…

A cheerful heart is good medicine....  Proverbs 17:22a

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!  

[1] Title image: Pixabay.com   Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©  


[1][1] From Isaac Watts’ 1707 hymn “When I Survey the Wondrous Cross” (United Methodist Hymnal #298)

Friday, March 4, 2022

Washing Away Our Sins

 

Friday, March 4, 2022

“Moses himself told the people of Israel, ‘God will raise up for you a Prophet like me from among your own people.’  Moses was with our ancestors, the assembly of God’s people in the wilderness, when the angel spoke to him at Mount Sinai.  And there Moses received life-giving words to pass on to us.  “But our ancestors refused to listen to Moses.  They rejected him and wanted to return to Egypt.  They told Aaron, ‘Make us some gods who can lead us, for we don’t know what has become of this Moses, who brought us out of Egypt.’  So they made an idol shaped like a calf, and they sacrificed to it and celebrated over this thing they had made.  Then God turned away from them and abandoned them to serve the stars of heaven as their gods!  In the book of the prophets it is written, ‘Was it to me you were bringing sacrifices and offerings during those forty years in the wilderness, Israel?  Acts 7:37-42

At our house there are two kitchens.  The house was smaller when we originally moved in, but an apartment was added when my parents came to live with us.  The second kitchen is near where I study, so the dog sleeps there too.  (I know, I know, the preacher studies in the doghouse…let’s get past that).

Being near where I study, the coffee pot also resides in that kitchen.  And so, I wash the coffee cup there.  Occasionally I make a mistake with what is stored where.  I discovered one of those faux pas  this week.  The discovery was because I was confused as to why the dish soap wasn’t working well.  It was weaker and too fragrant for dish soap.  I investigated the label and realized my goof. 

Ever since I gave Mr. Wellie a quick bath a few weeks ago, I’ve been washing my coffee cup with doggie soap.  I can only guess I absent-mindedly (imagine that) replaced the dish soap with doggie soap.  For Wellie’s sake I hope he isn’t allergic to dish soap.

So, how does that help us with Paul’s message about Israel’s sins, and how God dealt with them?

Well, can you imagine needing to wash your pet elephant, and you get everything ready….forty bath towels, several gallons of elephant soap (you can get it on Amazon), and the scrub brush…that tiny red toothbrush you got from the dentist visit?  A toothbrush to scrub an elephant?  Pretty ridiculous, eh?  But there’s the (ahem) rub; just as you wouldn’t use a tiny toothbrush for the huge job of cleaning an elephant, you don’t bring watered-down personal philosophy to scrubbing the stain of sin from your soul.

That was the main issue in Exodus…Moses was given life-giving words from God, and the Israelites were rejecting the message.  Their homegrown philosophy took over when they asked Aaron to make them a gold idol to do the work that only divine blood could accomplish.  Paul said God turned away from them, shunned his deeply-loved people, abandoned them to the astrological gods they’d chosen over the one who had parted the waters and fed them in the wilderness.  They had replaced their faith in the one, true, living God, for a gold statue they could see, but could never save them.

For You Today

Just like you don’t bring a fly-swatter if you’re going to hunt monster dragons, or doggie soap to  wash your coffee cup, there is only one genuine way to deal with washing away sin in human beings – faith in Jesus Christ who died for you.

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!  

[1] Title image: Russell Brownworth (own work)   Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©    

Monday, February 28, 2022

A Day of REST

 

Monday, February 28, 2022

Then Moses called together the whole community of Israel and told them, “These are the instructions the Lord has commanded you to follow.  You have six days each week for your ordinary work, but the seventh day must be a Sabbath day of complete rest, a holy day dedicated to the Lord.  Anyone who works on that day must be put to death.  You must not even light a fire in any of your homes on the Sabbath.”  Exodus 35:1-3


When it comes to chilling-out, or relaxing, the whole idea of following the rules seems rather an oxymoron.  How do you alertly follow each detail when you’re busy escaping working at anything?  And how can you “rest” if you’re busy following the rules?  

My dog, Wellie understands being at rest; he is a world-class lazybones!  The little man could sleep through a tornado.

God chose the rhythm of cycles.  Part of that rhythm is one day out of seven dedicated exclusively to the Lord.  “Sabbath” is a Hebrew word meaning “rest”.  It is meant to be restorative in the same way vacation, or day off, has the purpose of regaining strength that has been expended in the everyday tasks of life.  That the Jewish community took Sabbath seriously can hardly be debated…being put to death for taking a Saturday morning shift at work doesn’t restore anything.

The question becomes:  If Sabbath is so important, and recognized as valuable for wellbeing, health, and wholeness, why do so many people ignore it? 

Perhaps my dog can teach us an important lesson of Sabbath-keeping.  Wellie’s interests are centered on sniffing and munching.  When we walk with him in a park, it is mostly waiting for him to finish sniffing every pole, tree, park bench, and square inch of anything else.  If sniffing to see what other dogs may have crossed the path is like reading the newspaper, Wellie’s brand of sniffing is more like doing research for a doctoral degree – he’s never done!  But it is his interest that drives him to sniff unendingly. 

The other half of Mr. Wellington’s life’s-work is food.  He has, as previously noted, a finely-tuned sense of smell.  Added to that gift is a sense of hearing worthy of a submarine’s sonar and radar, the difference being, a sub’s detection is for the danger of any enemy vessels, while Wellie’s nose and ears are more infallible than a King James Bible to detect a morsel of food…ANYWHERE!  He can pretend he doesn’t hear me as well as any other child who doesn't want to come in from playing yet, but he can hear the crinkle of a potato-chip bag being opened ten miles down the road. 

By comparison, an open Bible, praise songs, and prayer don’t hold the slightest bit of interest for my fur-child; food is what drives his attention.  He loves to rest, except when the possiblity of eating or keeping track of other dogs is presented.  But sometimes my dog is better at practicing Sabbath than I am, which is awkward for me; I always work on the Christian Sabbath day.  And here I am, about to encourage us all to use Sunday for that day of rest. 

I’m sure God never intended for Sabbath to be a burden.  Jesus even said Sabbath was made for man – not the other way around.  It is the blessing of rest our bodies, minds, and souls crave.

For You Today

If you’ve filled every moment available with stuff that crowds out the kind of rest which can happen in worship, prayer, and fellowship, has it really been Sabbath?

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!  

[1] Title image:  Pixabay.com  Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©    

Monday, January 24, 2022

Speaking in Tongues; Lesson from a Paralyzed Shih Tzu

 

Monday, January 24, 2022

On the day of Pentecost all the believers were meeting together in one place.  Suddenly, there was a sound from heaven like the roaring of a mighty windstorm, and it filled the house where they were sitting.  Then, what looked like flames or tongues of fire appeared and settled on each of them.  And everyone present was filled with the Holy Spirit and began speaking in other languages, as the Holy Spirit gave them this ability.  Acts 2:1-4

This is our resident human manager, Wellie.  You can understand Wellie’s language…if you’re listening.  His bark and stare are both loud and piercing.  His eyes stare a laser-hole right through you; it bellows and slashes-out messages: 

·       are you not wearing your hearing aids, Russell, boy…or are you just plain dumb?  I want to eat NOW…not 4 minutes from now. 

·       Hey, human…put me up on that chair…NOW.

·       I KNOW there are treats in your pocket…they belong to ME!

At times Wellie “says” things with those eyes which I don’t quite understand.  He gets a little louder at those times.  This past week I finally began to understand some of what Wellie has been trying to teach me.  When he wants something, he exhibits the most persistence I’ve ever seen.  He can be irritating to an impatient human, who would rather have quiet for his reading and study.  He’s not the “cuddly” sort of hound, unless he’s been fed (enough), and would sleep it off hanging upside-down in a windstorm at the North Pole.  Sometimes, when he’s calm, he’ll even let you pet him, or scratch his itch under the chin…just a little further up, and over to the left, please.  Sometimes an insistent bark is not about food; it’s a warning to get him to the outside business area before it’s too late. 

We’ve had to learn a whole new set of dog language; Wellie’s back legs don’t work much, so his needs push us in different ways than having a pet who can fend for himself.  The language of an old, partially-paralyzed Shih Tzu has Biblical implications for the family of God.

The people that heard the disciples speaking in tongues that first Pentecost Day didn’t get what was being said, they simply figured the disciples were drunk.  Like humans trying to take care of a disabled Shih Tzu, they were missing something about what God had been saying to them for ages.  The message was this:

No matter the differences between you and the next guy, the fact that I love both of you, should tell you I want you to love each other, get along, and stop figuring-out ways to control each other; just do what’s best for the other guy!

Wellie’s been trying to get through to his dense caretaker for nearly 7 years now.  And while I’ve learned a lot about what he’s telling me, I realize, when it comes to speaking in Shih Tzu language, I’ve still got much to learn.  And that realization is 99% of the work of developing patience with the differences between us.

For You Today

In the human family, we have just as many communication-fails as when you try to understand Shih Tzu-ese.  But when you develop a little patience with each other, the joy of the journey comes back.

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!  

[1] Title and Other Images: Russell Brownworth (own work)   Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©    

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Wellie's Miracle

Tuesday, September 5, 2017
Stretch out your hand with healing power; may miraculous signs and wonders be done through the name of your holy servant Jesus.”  After this prayer, the meeting place shook, and they were all filled with the Holy Spirit.  Then they preached the word of God with boldness.  Acts 4:30-31(NLT)
Wellie, the Shih Tzu wonder dog, came to us around his 6th birthday in 2015. 
Before we began having him groomed he looked a lot like Gabby Hayes who co-starred in Western films with the likes of John Wayne and Hopalong Cassidy.
Wellie was as much a curmudgeon as Gabby; he was somewhat independent and surly; he would pounce on a toy and shake it like a rag doll, growling like a hungry bear!  A vocal little monster, if you were 30 seconds late with his dinner there would be no peace until the meal hit the floor.  But he could be playful and funny.
The night of August 9th, just two months after welcoming this little mutt into our home, he went out with Gracie to do final business for the night; Gracie came back a few minutes later, but Wellie refused to come in.  For the next two hours we tried to coax the little man inside, but he wouldn’t budge.  Curmudgeon!
It was late and we fell asleep, awakening in the early morning hours to a thunderstorm.  Remembering Wellie, I stepped outside to find he’d moved the length of the yard, and was sitting in the middle of the lawn, drenched and shivering.  I called to him to come in, but he still didn’t respond, so I went to him and picked him up.  He was soaked like a mop and shivering.  And more, he was limp, not struggling.  After bundling him up and drying off his little body we discovered why he didn’t move; the little man’s two hind legs were paralyzed.  Our veterinarian confirmed it with an exam…there was no feeling, no movement; Wellie was now a paraplegic pooch.  To this day we still don’t know how it happened.  We suspect he jumped down once too often from a high spot in the house (which he often did), but there is no telling exactly what happened. 
Our vet had said only a small percentage of dogs recover from the extent of Wellie’s injuries.  Surgery was an option (not for our pocketbook), but with only a 20-30% possibility he would get better.  So, we got Mr. Wellie a set of wheels, and began to include the little man’s motor skills in our daily prayers.
Fast forward nearly two years.
It happened gradually, with no explanation as to why, but Wellie has begun walking.  The first time I saw it was when we were going out to do business.  The routine includes Wellie dragging himself through the open door to the waiting wheels.  But this time when I bent down to put him in his wheelchair, he was up on all fours!  He took a few steps, then plopped down. 
Over the past several months Little Man has become Super Man! 
His gait is not pretty or graceful; in fact his back end looks like he’s a little drunk when he walks or runs.  But he is walking and sometimes running!  And there are times Mrs. Preacher and I look at this little miracle and there is a definite sense of awe in the room!

For You Today

Your need for a miracle is something God always knows about…and His answer is on the way.  That answer may not arrive when you wanted it, or look like what you asked for – but it will be exactly what you need!
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road…have a blessed day!

SeeWellie's Miracle (VIDEO)  (3 min 30 sec)



[1] Title Image: Russell Brownworth (own work)