Unfiltered Affection

 “You are the God of great wonders." ~ Psalm 77:14

When rescuers arrived at the scene, they were surprised to find a small herd of elephants standing vigil around the injured calf, shielding him from another lion attack. The mammoth sentries remained calm as if they knew the Kenyans were trying to save his life. The injured baby was whisked by helicopter to the Nairobi Nursery as her guardians melted back into the wilderness.

The vet’s prognosis was grim: lion bites are prone to infection, and his leg injuries were extensive. The immediate goal was to ease his pain and buoy his spirits. They knew from experience that an elephant’s emotional state makes or breaks a recovery.

They placed him in a cozy stable with two other baby elephants, Mzinga and Nyambeni, who instantly ‘adopted’ him. They brought milk and set up mud baths so he could enjoy daily rituals. Due to his lack of mobility, his days mostly consisted of long naps.

There was no shortage of qualified nannies. When the 250-pound baby boy dozed, fellow orphans and the 2-year-old surrogate pachyderms provided round-the-clock care and a much-needed ‘family’ structure for the young elephant who’d lost his own family.

With such a promising start and constant attention, he quickly gained strength and began acting like a normal, spirited boy. They named him Askari, Swahili for "warrior," and his unlikely healing brought national attention.

While a reporter from “The Daily Nation,” Kenya’s most widely read newspaper, asked Director Kaunda about Askari’s rescue and recuperation, the playful calf frolicked in the background and stole the spotlight!

Kaunda inadvertently mentioned Askari’s name. That prompted an immediate and friendly reaction from Askari. The little guy darted forward and began a delightful display of affection as Askari nuzzled against his human caretaker, expressing genuine happiness.

His presence was impossible to ignore, yet Kaunda was unfazed by the interruption. He casually included Askari’s amusing behavior in his interview. “Oh, Askari,” he chuckled, “always one to make an entrance, aren’t you?” Picture perfect!

Although elephants aren't specifically mentioned in the Bible, their attributes can symbolize God's magnificence. Their size and power can symbolize God's might and sovereignty. Female elephants are revered for their leadership and protective nature.

The jumbo giants live in complex social groups, or herds, with strong bonds between family members, and the entire herd helps raise the young. They display emotional depth such as joy, grief, and compassion. Elephants communicate through a wide range of sounds, scent markings, and physical displays, demonstrating intricate social interactions. They can remember humans, locations, and migration routes over huge areas.

Askari’s playful interruption serves as a reminder of the bond between humans and elephants, one built on humor, curiosity, and mutual respect. We can learn a lot about harmonious coexistence from these magnificent creatures.

Loving Father, thank You for these intelligent, gentle giants who grace our planet with their human-like presence. May they continue to roam free, their wisdom and strength a testament to Your boundless creation. Amen

Murphy's Rock

 “Direct your children onto the right path, so when they’re older they’ll stay on it." ~ Psalms 22:6

Eagles dominate the sky, spreading wings as vast as they are glossy black. Its hood is white against the sunrise, as bright as the clouds they glide among. But this is the story of Murphy, a spectacular male bald eagle, who, because of a wing injury, resides permanently at a St. Louis sanctuary.

Two years ago, the staff noticed that Murphy was guarding what appeared to be a large earthen depression. Turns out, he was carefully nurturing an inanimate rock. As time progressed, Murphy became more and more protective of his ‘offspring,’ screeching and charging at the four other eagles in the aviary when they ventured too close. Eventually, Dad and ‘RockBaby’ were moved to their own enclosure for everyone's protection.

This isn’t unusual behavior. Male bald eagles share equally in nesting and raising their young. Murphy was experiencing a normal hormonal rush. Not having an egg of his own, eagles will sometimes attempt to incubate egg-like objects.

Sanctuary staff considered replacing Murphy’s rock with a real egg, but spare eagle eggs are rare for wanna-be dads. Additionally, hatching an unrelated bird's egg would likely be dangerous for it.

So, they waited, assuming that Murphy’s fatherhood fantasy would pass after the season.

News came that a young eaglet had fallen from its nest during a windstorm and needed someplace to recover. Slightly bruised, but otherwise healthy, the chick was placed at Murphy’s shelter. 

Camouflaged staff began feeding the eaglet to prevent it from imprinting on humans. What the baby really needed was a foster parent - an adult eagle who would feed and care for it.

At 31 years old, Murphy had never raised a chick before. But this could be his big chance!

To test Murphy’s surrogacy potential, keepers began a bonding process between the two birds. They removed the “RockBaby” and placed the eaglet, protected by a cage, into the enclosure with Murphy to allow some interaction between the two.

Soon, Murphy began responding to the eaglet’s peeps. A week after their introduction, the cage was removed, allowing the two to interact more closely. They were each given food, a whole fish for Murphy, and bite-sized pieces for his young eagle. Rather than each eating from their separate dishes, Murphy took his portion and ripped it up to feed the baby.

Months later, the eaglet was released back into the wild. The separation didn’t affect the eagle Daddy because it’s natural for bird parents to let go of their babies.

For Murphy, his residency comes with many perks, such as being entrusted as the primary caregiver for any other orphaned eaglets and bathing in perhaps the world’s largest bird bath.

Murphy passed away on March 15, the day after tornadoes ripped across Missouri, from a head injury.

Holy Father, like the eagle uses wind currents to determine its flight path, allow the Holy Spirit to direct our path as we acknowledge You in all our ways and allow us to reach greater heights than we could ever achieve on our own. Amen

Zippy Chippy

 “Winning and strength aren't always the most important factors in life." ~ Ecclesiastes 9:11

The grey thoroughbred gelding was bred to be a champion. He was the great-great-grandson of Bold Ruler, who had fathered Secretariat, and the grandson of Kentucky Derby winner Northern Dancer. Owners had hopes when three-year-old Zippy Chippy strode into the gate for his debut at Belmont Park in 1994.

Horse racing fans love a winner. Zippy was anything but. He would be forever immortalized, not for his winning ways, but for his perfect winless record.

Felix Monserrate bought the horse in 1995, in a trade for a 7-year-old Ford truck. Most people believed he got the worst of the deal.

From his earliest days, Zippy was a free spirit. He never really took to harnesses or saddles. Told to run in one direction, he did the opposite.

If he didn't feel like training, Zippy would ignore the trainer. He'd destroy his stall for fun and snatch anything a handler was gripping, chew it up, then spit it back.

His diet consisted largely of cupcakes, popcorn, pizza, and ice cream. He favored Doritos with beer and occasionally shared both with Felix.

Zippy was banned from racing at his hometown Finger Lakes racetrack in 1998 after failing to leave the starting gate for the third consecutive time. His suspension became a cover story in the USA Today newspaper in 2000, and he made People magazine’s list of one of the year’s most intriguing personalities in 2002. 

Comedian Jay Leno made Zippy something of a cult hero around racetracks. He’s probably best remembered by the slogan displayed on the official Zippy Chippy coffee mug, “Winners Don’t Always Finish First”.

“What’s the rush?” Zippy must have questioned. As a result, he lost every race he entered. His final race occurred on September 10, 2004. He went off at odds of 7-2, making him the second betting choice; however, Zippy Chippy finished dead last.

He retired that December, with zero wins in 100 races. (He did beat two minor league baseball players during his racing career). With career earnings of just over $30,000, Zippy's legacy stands as the all-time losingest racehorse ever.

He lived out his life’s last furlong at the Old Friends at Cabin Creek retirement farm in upstate New York, where the beloved thoroughbred died at the age of 31.

“Running for the Roses” gets its name because of the magnificent blanket of 564 red roses given to the Kentucky Derby’s winning racehorse. Zippy reminds us there's so much more than racing from point A to point B. Sometimes it's better to just stop and admire them.

Far better horses ended up as footnotes in someone else’s story, but Zippy’s defiance of the usual success parameters made him famous, made him loved, and somehow made him successful in life.

Faithful Father, we are awestruck by Your workings in our lives. Our hearts are full of gratitude today. You’ve shown us time and time again that nothing is impossible for You, and always there when we need you most. Amen

Supersonic Fliers

 “Those who trust God will soar high on wings like eagles." ~ Isaiah 40:31

When the alley trash can began shaking, Caleb froze in his tracks, wondering what might be inside. His initial thought was a raccoon, but experience suggested coons were smart enough to escape if curious enough to get in.

He decided to turn the can on its side and give the creature a chance to flee. With a cautious step forward, Caleb instantly jumped back as it shook more violently. Perched on the can’s rim wasn’t a raccoon, or any other furry animal, but a peregrine falcon.

Its icy stare left him feeling exposed and intimidated; the kind of gaze that penetrates the soul. The peregrine tilted its head slightly, keeping one eye on Caleb and looking inside the can with the other before retreating inside the can.

A burst of noise followed: ruffled feathers, screeching talons, and the distinct sound of a small animal snarling. Suddenly the falcon burst out and soared into the heavens with a chipmunk clutched in one claw.

Dumbfounded, Caleb took a moment for his brain to find the words to adequately express what he felt. That hawk was magnificent.

What must God be like that He makes such a fierce, beautiful creature? What must He be like that tons of aluminum can lift gracefully off the ground and fly around the globe? For centuries, gravity kept us grounded until someone mastered the science that enables us to fly.

A peregrine falcon is not a meaningless, killing machine. It’s an amazing creature, crafted by our Heavenly Father, revealing something of His creative genius.

Known for its exceptional speed, keen eyesight, and unparalleled hunting skills, the mighty raptor embodies quickness, agility, and focus. Beyond its remarkable physical attributes, the falcon offers deep biblical symbolism that resonates with believers.

Like fighter jets and missiles, peregrine falcons are built for high velocity. Their hollow bones and aerodynamic torso allow them to fly as fast as a cheetah (70 mph), and dive after prey at the speed of an Indy race car (+240 mph). The falcon’s ability to soar high above the earth reminds us to rise above earthly concerns and seek a higher perspective free from earthly constraints.

Their eyes can function simultaneously as both a macro and zoom lens, allowing it to spot small prey from nearly two miles away, and then precisely catch it in midair. Its remarkable eyesight serves as a reminder to keep our spiritual vision clear and to remain focused on our faith.

The falcon's agility, strength, and intelligence make it one of Earth's most formidable hunters. Its precise movements and unwavering focus encourage us to remain centered, purpose-driven, and prepared for spiritual battles.

Not bad for birds nearly extinct in the mid-1960s from the widespread use of the pesticide DDT.

Almighty Father, let the falcon serve as a celestial messenger, steering us toward a deeper understanding of our faith and life's purpose. Help us trust in the spiritual significance of falcon encounters while You guide our path. Amen

Christmas Angel

 “God said, “I’ll send them without wings, so no one suspects they are angels." ~ Unknown

Jessica’s family was hosting Christmas again this year. She couldn’t remember how many years in a row the responsibility had fallen on her. Still, the stress of readying for “the most wonderful time of the year” was nearing her limits of tolerability.

This year the house was full of sadness and somber conversation. They didn’t know how long her 93-year-old father, Jason, had left. The family had gathered for probably their last Christmas with the aging Patriarch as his dementia entered its final stages.

He wanted to live to see one more New Year’s celebration. Jessica’s only wish for her Dad was that he go peacefully. Dementia had ravaged him cruelly for long enough.

Two days before Christmas, a black, collarless hound wandered onto the front porch and settled in as if he’d lived there all his life. He waited patiently until the front door opened. Then she trotted in uninvited and unafraid.

After sauntering through the house and taking in the Christmas decorations and spiced cookies, she relaxed at the foot of Jason’s recliner chair and nuzzled his blanket-covered feet.

Startled awake, Jason peered down at the dog. “Shadow,” he murmured, gesturing for the pup to sit on his lap. “I’ve missed you!”

Family members looked confused. None could recall Jason having a dog before. Perhaps he was remembering the love of a childhood pet.

The curious visitor became a welcome distraction. Whose dog was she? Did someone dump her along the road? Either way, it would be dark soon, and she would be cold. So, Jessica welcomed “Shadow” with food, water, and snacks. She placed a blanket next to her ailing Dad’s chair which “Shadow” occupied at once, validating her name as “Shadow.”

The two bonded quickly. She comforted him as his memory drained; Jason helped her make new memories. They shared things in common, like eating things they shouldn’t (pretzels), and long, spontaneous naps.

Jessica called the sheriff, radio station, animal shelter, and several neighboring farms. No one had reported a lost dog. The days leading up to New Year brought no news, and they were all grateful the furry companion stuck around.

Jason passed away on January 2^nd. That was also the day the Shadow left. The weather turned brutal; snow fell every day. The sun never seemed to shine for the rest of the winter.

Early the next spring they learned that the black dog was a runaway family pet named Blackie that lived several miles away. He returned to visit Jessica’s family the following summer. When her owners came to bring Blackie home, Jessica told them about her angelic Christmas visit, and how she had comforted their family with his cheerful companionship. She wanted them to know how much she’d brightened their holidays.

God of all seasons, as we move through Advent and Christmas, we pray for Your peace and joy to fill all hearts. Give us wisdom and the opportunity to give back to those needing love, kindness, and basic resources. Amen

Two Old

“Be kind to strangers, some may be disguised as angels.” ~ Hebrews 13:2

As Amy neared the last of the shelter’s two dozen pens, a dog in the shadows struggled to his feet, ambled to the front and sat down. Years had etched his face with shades of gray. Geriatric hips jutted out in unnatural angles. But his adoring eyes caught and held her attention.

“That’s Wiley,” the kennel clerk said. “He’s a sad case! After several rounds of ‘rehoming,’ we’re probably his last home. We took him in two weeks ago, but his time is up tomorrow. We simply don’t have room for every unwanted dog.”

Amy returned home with Wiley nuzzled beside her on the front seat.

The old hound was a gift for her much older father who, at 83, had come to live with them on a small Iowa farm. While Jack had survived the heart attack, his passion for life did not. He rejected any offers of help. Friends disappeared. Jack imprisoned himself in a cocoon of his own making.

Amy helped the mutt from the car when Jack shuffled onto the front porch. “Look what I got for you, Dad!” she said unapologetically.

Jack shook his head and wrinkled his face. “If I’d wanted a dog, I’d have picked one better than that old sack of bones.”

Amy swallowed her anger before speaking. “You’d better get used to him, Dad. He’s staying!”

They stood glaring at each other, while Wiley wobbled toward Jack and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw. Jack stared at the lifted paw as confusion replaced his cynicism. Wiley waited patiently… until Jack tenderly petted the mangy mongrel.

That marked the beginning of a warm, intimate friendship.

His bitterness faded. The new pals spent hours hiking dusty roads and meandering riverbanks. Both were arthritic and walked with pain, yet together made every walk worthwhile. They even attended church services together, Wiley reverently lying quietly at Jack’s feet.

One morning after an unanswered breakfast call, Amy entered Jack’s bedroom. He lay peacefully in his bed; his spirit having left quietly during the night.

Wiley passed away two days later. As they buried him near a favorite fishing pond, Amy silently thanked the precious pooch for his help restoring her Dad’s peace of mind.

Jack’s funeral brought sweet sorrow, blossoming like the freshness of spring meadows. Amy was gratified to see the many friends Jack and Wiley had made filling the church. The pastor began his tribute to both Dad and the dog that had changed his life, turning to Hebrews 13:2 (above).

Suddenly, it all made sense: Wiley’s unexpected appearance at the animal shelter, his calm acceptance and complete devotion to Jack, and the proximity of their peaceful deaths. God answered her prayers with a furry face, wagging tail, and generous heart.

Father of all living things, thank You for the kind, generous animals that provide daily distractions from our trials and troubles. Watch over these sweet souls for they give us an unparalleled level of comfort and compassion. Amen

Free Bird

 “Those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength and soar like eagles.” ~ Isaiah 40:31

I used to feel a tinge of envy when I watched birds soaring through the sky as if on perfect tracks. They seemed so graceful, so peaceful, so uninhibited. Watching them soar among the clouds in the hallowed space between heavens and Earth filled me with wonder and admiration.

I longed to know the feeling of gliding over cities, mountains, and forests. I wished to hear the wind whistling in my ears and rushing over my wings. Mostly though, I wanted to view the world from a unique perspective, a higher perspective.

Whenever I envisioned myself flying over everyone else, watching the world come alive beneath me, sensing the hum of the city, the first to see the ever-developing canvas of the dawn, it makes me feel free.

No sadness up there, no fear, loneliness. At least that’s what my imagination brings forth. Whenever I need a memory to lift me off the ground, I look up.

Birds in flight fascinate me. Their anatomy is so eccentric. Hollow, yet strong bones; small, highly efficient lungs; and precisely arranged feathers that allow them to fly long distances without fatigue. Unlike humans, it’s amazing how they defy gravity with their tiny muscles.

If only I could fly like a bird…

One day I realized that I could never fly, but my soul could if I allowed it. My feet may still be stuck on the ground, but my spirit will always be soaring with my feathery friends among the heavens. 

Our souls give us wings – a kind of oneness with our Heavenly Father who infuses us with such energy and confidence that allows us to soar to greater heights of revelation, peace, and joy.

It requires us to relax in Him and trust that He knows what He’s doing. It requires that we trust His word, His ability, and His character. If we're on board with His plan for our lives rather than doing our own thing, we don't have to worry about sustaining or implementing it; it's His plan. 

So, He’ll bring along His resources and He’ll do the implementation. And whatever small part He gives us to play in that, He’ll give us the grace too.

When life's burdens are weighing you down like a dark, threatening cloud, place your trust in God and wait with a confident expectation and hope in Him. He will give you the confidence to soar with wings like an eagle to ride out any storm, and reach the blue, sun-filled skies of victory.

And now when I see a bird gliding effortlessly across the sky, I send it my affection and allow my soul to fly with it too.

Almighty Father, I pray that you will bless me with true riches that will never desert me and will last into eternity. Give me the grace not to forsake You, the Rock of my salvation, in Jesus’ name. Amen

Corgi and Me

 “In His hand is the life of every living thing and the breath of all human beings." ~ Job 12:10

December arrived like his mood – grey and cold. Most of the leaves had fallen from the trees leaving only ashen skeletons in the surrounding mountains. Jason hated waking up. He didn’t want to move at all. It took all his strength to conjure up a single positive vibe.

The older he got the less he enjoyed winter. Christmas was coming but after that, a long, gloomy, freezing winter would arrive that he dreaded.

As a boy, Jason loved playing in the snow, making snow angels, having snowball fights, and then curling up with his dog by the fireplace and reading a favorite book. Now the days meant shorter daylight, shoveling snow, navigating slick roads, and feeling the freezing wind burn his face.

Jason first began experiencing anxiety and depression at age 14 after being bullied at school for years. While at first it would come and go, Mixed Anxiety-Depressive Disorder (MADD) eventually became a constant presence in his life. It was like a perpetual cough that started getting better, only to come back worse than before.

Unlike a cough, MADD hit like a heavyweight body blow - even the goal of getting out of bed seemed less and less attainable. Most of his days began like today, paralyzed by endless thoughts of hopelessness and fear.

He sighed and fell back down in bed, a gloom settling over his spirit, wishing he could stay under the covers and sleep until Spring. That's when he came face to face with Corgi who’d jumped up on Jason’s bed, glaring at him with eager eyes.

“Crap!” Jason totally forgot he’d agreed to dog-sit for a neighboring friend. She looked so sad and miserable that he laughed while petting her.

“Is that how I look right now?” he asked.

Corgi broke into a delirious, panting grin as if to say, "It's no time for sadness, the world’s awesome!" She snuggled in as Jason looked up to heaven and thanked God for the grace this loving, little pup brought.

He jumped out of bed. Donning winter apparel that had hung idly in the coat closet, Jason walked in the snow with his new best friend. Walking down the street in sub-zero weather, he realized his life was changing. A new beginning, the missing puzzle piece.

Corgi reminded him that the world is our mirror. We can either be a reflection of light or a shadow of darkness; either be a beacon of love or a greyness of gloom. We can either give the world our kindness and joy or our fear and anger.

God in His wonderful love sent a little pup to show Jason once again that we can reflect our love, warmth, and light even in Winter’s darkest days.

God of all living things, thank You for all the world’s animals and pets. Help us show love and compassion for them and open our hearts to the many lessons to be learned from these wonderful creations. Amen

Teddy's Rescue

“The Lord takes pleasure in all He created!" ~ Psalm 104:31

For nearly 5 years, Teddy’s loyalty was unwavering, something given freely, unconditionally. But when his owners sold their home to a young couple, they listed their prized belongings and, regrettably, their mixed-breed pup didn’t make the cut.

Tethered to a tree, Teddy sat exactly where they left him. He didn’t try to escape in search of food, shelter, or even companionship because he knew the family that he’d known his entire life would soon return for him. He loved them deeply in ways no human could ever comprehend.

But after 48 hours, feelings of terror replaced cravings for hope. They never came back.

Crushed by feelings of abandonment, Teddy felt confused, unwanted, afraid. There were nicer, less cruel ways of parting company.

But today’s curse can become tomorrow’s blessing.

Marcus and April Delgado hurried to their new home after the closing. Upon arrival, they discovered Teddy, weak and visibly crestfallen, lying near death in the backyard.

Marcus cautiously approached the sweet pooch and released him from the leash. Struggling to stand, the pup sniffed the stranger once, and without any command to do so, sat down, looked directly at Marcus, and lifted his small front paw to be shaken.

The lifelong dog lover had never seen an unfamiliar dog raise a paw to be shaken at a first meeting. April bent down and petting the little furball said “We’re going to make your life so much better, buddy, you’ll never be left alone outside again.”

Teddy’s tail began to wag enthusiastically. After enduring prolonged periods alone outdoors, he could instinctively feel the presence of a loving pair who would cherish him.

The Delgado’s invited their new canine friend inside. Not surprisingly, he seemed unfamiliar with the home’s interior. They fed and bathed Teddy, who remained remarkably calm throughout. But following a refreshing bath, Teddy raced around the cozy living room. His tail became a blur of wagging delight, signaling pure joy with his new surroundings and good fortune.

Showered with warm baths, delicious treats, and plenty of hugs, he cherished their companionship, faithfully accompanying his new parents everywhere, especially adventures requiring car rides with the windows wide open.

It seems that Teddy got the safe, loving home he deserved all along.

Almost four million dogs are either given up to shelters or abandoned each year. It’s hard to fathom how humans can treat such innocent creatures with such blatant disregard.

But it isn’t difficult to imagine the pleasure that animals bring God when we consider the pleasure we derive from watching our own children. We even enjoy seeing animals with whom we have no creative connection. Given that, it is understandable that the One who created all things would enjoy them immeasurably. If you can’t love one like a family member, don’t get one.

Loving God, You created all things for Your glory, yet there are those who languish in pain and suffering. Look kindly upon those animals who are in need, whether they are in the wild, on the streets, or in captivity. Amen

Pet Detective

 “Always give thanks to God for everything." ~ Ephesian 5:20

Centuries ago, stagecoach drivers assumed responsibility for the safety of their passengers from the perils of unknown territories, impassable roads, and the threat of robbery. Modern bus drivers must still keep guard for their passengers, even the furry ones.

So, when the car in front of him swerved to avoid a man walking toward traffic in his pajamas, Mike slowed his city bus to a stop. The man guided a golden Lab down the middle of the road by the collar. A drunken smile crossed his face when he looked up.

Concerned for their safety, he pulled beside the pair and offered them a free lift. The man let go of the dog’s collar as if planning to leave the poor little guy behind! Mike knew immediately that something wasn't quite right.

Mike coaxed the dog up the steps where it promptly slumped next to the strapping busman’s seat. His collar read “Cooper.”

Oddly enough, Cooper didn’t seem eager to follow his owner, so the man dragged him by the collar toward the back of the bus where he took a seat next to a young woman.

The near-empty coach echoed their brief chat. Mike overheard the man offer Cooper to her for $50. She acidly refused.

The drunkard rose from his seat and stumbled forward and waited beside Mike to exit the bus. The cool operator decided to ask the 'owner' a few questions, including the pooch's name. The man seemed unsure, and none of the names he attempted matched the one on Cooper’s collar.

That’s when Mike knew that Cooper and his supposed owner did not actually belong together. Cooper was either lost or stolen. If lost, he’d been found by the wrong person.

He pulled his rig to a complete stop and motioned for the man to get off. “The dog stays with me,” Mike told the man with a menacing grin. He left to hearty applause from the remaining passengers.

When his shift ended Mike turned Cooper over to an all-night veterinary hospital that identified the dog’s owner as Jane Murphy from an imbedded chip. The wily pooch had either escaped or was taken while Jane’s son was visiting a friend that night.

Cooper was returned to a grateful Murphy family the next morning. They insisted on meeting Mike so they could thank him in person and gave the hero driver a framed picture of their beloved pup with this adorable note: "Thank you for bringing me back home to my family! Love Cooper.”

Beneath the chaos of today’s headlines, is a quietness that whispers of love as our truth. When we invite the Spirit in, when we savor opportunities to return goodness, there’s a sense of amazing gratitude. It’s this sense that makes our souls robust, strong enough to greet stormy and sunny days with equal satisfaction.

Father God, thank You for the courageous people of great character around us, and for bringing them into our lives at the exact time we need them. Amen

A Teaspoon of Love

 “Two are better than one because they have a better return for their labor." ~ Ecclesiastes 4:9

Recently retired, Barbara finally had the time to take on a problem that had worried her for some time – climate change.  Yet her ambition stalled with piercing doubts: “Where to start? Will it really matter?” The world’s greatest minds struggle for solutions.

Her beekeeping friend, Francie, suggested that she look for inspiration from the simple honeybee. “Thinking small may be the best way to think big,” she reasoned. “Almost nothing beats watching their furry little bodies dance over the hive, filling the air with a subtle honey fragrance.”

So, Barbara did a little homework. Bees have been in the news a lot for the saddest reasons. Due to habitat loss, global warming, and pesticides, honeybees are steadily declining. Their departure could damage not only the world’s economy but also its very ecosystem.

Turns out, a bee in her lifetime makes only 1/12^th of a teaspoon of honey. They don’t do it with reward in mind. Yet pollination ensures that future generations will continue to thrive.

Perhaps that’s how we can change the world - not by worrying about the size of our contributions but by letting our efforts multiply the actions of others.

Watching Francie at work, Barbara learned even more about bees… about being a better person.

Honeybees are nature’s ultimate team players. They cooperate in everything, keeping the common good of the hive as their priority. They are incredibly efficient, wasting no time on anything other than living their purpose and contributing where they are most capable.

Their relationships are not acrimonious or competitive. If a job needs to be done, any available bee will jump on it. That makes their community both wonderfully efficient and harmonious in a way rarely seen in humans.

They continuously evolve. If relocated from one region to another, they quickly scout the new environment, communicate their findings, and get to work. They aren’t discouraged by change and never stop learning.

Colonies have queens, without bureaucracy or dictatorship. She performs her duties without interfering with her subjects’ work. And although the bees depend on her, she behaves as a servant to her hive.

Contrary to the common belief that they work continuously, honeybees spend two-thirds of their time doing nothing. With unwavering dedication and discipline, they work hard but get plenty of rest and recharge.

What treasures would God’s children be able to create if we worked together in love - cooperative, dedicated, and efficient? The possibilities become endless.

Weeks later as Barbara tended to her garden and new hives, she realized, “I am insignificant, but my 1/12^th of a teaspoon counts!” She marveled as her honeybees blessed each flower they passed, appreciating each of them for the little miracles they are.

Father, we come as broken people in need of a Perfect Savior. We pray for harmony. May Your song of peace and love be the song we come in agreement to sing, and may we keep our eyes and minds focused on You. Amen

The Merry Misfits

 “You must deny yourself, take up His cross daily, and follow Me." ~ Luke 9:23

When the economy failed, so did Alyssa’s business. Tanking almost overnight, the company’s failure took almost every penny she’d saved. Everything had converged like a multi-car pileup.

Alyssa hadn’t been able to find any work since shuttering her business. Sadness quickly morphed into anger; depression followed. When she gathered up enough energy, she scanned the classifieds. Seeing none, Alyssa sat unchallenged for hours, consumed by anxiety. God seemed to be teaching her a lesson for every mistake she’d ever made. How could He possibly love her?

She turned her head skyward, whispering to the wind: "Lord, help me learn Your way."

A childhood friend suggested that she volunteer with dog rescue groups in the area. Animals had always been part of her growing-up years. Her parents constantly brought home sick or injured dogs and cats; even birds that had crashed into their windows. They’d nurse the little critters back to health and release them or find them homes.

So, she did just that and immediately felt drawn to the dogs hardest to adopt. The old ones. Those with medical conditions. The ones needing hospice care. There was ample space in her empty house … and a heart full of love, even if it was just for the short time they had left on earth.

As a frequent visitor to the nearby animal clinic with her own fosters, Alyssa ached to learn more about veterinary medicine. So, she began vet tech training. Balancing the dogs’ needs with her studying was demanding, yet Jeannette forged ahead with youthful enthusiasm. Upon graduation, she started treating animals at the clinic that had been loyal to her pets.

Sometimes she’d take stray pooches home from the clinic to give them personal care overnight. Word spread quickly. Vets would give out her number or people would contact her through social media. Soon she needed help because no dog was ever turned away.

Money left from her deceased father’s estate and several loyal patrons allowed Alyssa to purchase an old farmhouse on several acres and hire a full-time Vet and a small staff. The “Misfit Resort” opened for business caring for animals without a place to call home.

Although her circumstances didn’t change overnight, Alyssa’s outlook did. Depression eased. Shame lifted off her shoulders over time. She reclaimed her identity and sense of purpose in life.

Whenever she meets a broken and scared animal, Alyssa recalls when she thought she was beyond repair. These misfits had rekindled something inside her - something that’d been cracked and broken – and helped repair it.

Being a misfit is not something to overcome, but something to embrace. Finding where you belong in God’s world might take a while, but He’s always present - ready and willing to help you take your pain … and turn it into something great.

Gracious Father, thank You for all those whose K-9 hearts have been touched by foster care. Endow the fostering parents with sincere and enduring love as they welcome “misfits” into their homes. Amen 

Super Dog

“When God created animals, He declared their creation to be a masterpiece.” ~ Genesis 1:25

God definitely had something special in mind when he created dogs.  They’re our companions and they’re always looking out for us.  They provide unconditional love in their own unique way. 

Then there are the health benefits of having a pet.  Just ask Cynthia.

She adopted Rudy, an energetic golden lab, from a shelter just days before a date with euthanasia.  They’ve had a special bond ever since.  She presumed she’d been blessed with a companion of such sweet temperament, loving passion, and great loyalty, that God was either rewarding what she’d done or would do.

Every night they enjoyed a little snack before bedtime.  When Cynthia got into bed, Rudy crawled into his own doggy bed next to hers.  That changed about a year ago.

Suddenly, he started jumping into Cynthia’s bed and licking her face.  She’d scold him and make him get off the bed.  The next night he’d do it again.  Soon he was jumping on her lap to lick her face every time she sat down.

She considered taking him to obedience school but, he’d already been unceremoniously expelled for being especially curious and easily excitable.  Random scents often distracted Rudy from following any commands.

Eventually, it dawned on her – Rudy had been licking the same spot on her cheek frequently.  Her jaw felt fine, no pain or lumps.  But it seemed so out of Rudy’s character, that she made an appointment with the doctor for an exam.

After several tests, Cynthia was diagnosed with osteosarcoma - bone cancer in her jaw.  The tumor couldn’t be detected from the outside but somehow Rudy knew it was there.

Turns out, dogs’ smell receptors are 10,000 times more accurate than humans, and they have 60 times more of them.  The area of canine brains devoted to interpreting odors is 40 times larger.  Dogs also inhale up to 300 times per minute, meaning that their olfactory cells are constantly supplied with fresh aromas. 

Their genetics and physiology make them perfectly suited for detecting the practically-odorless chemicals emitted by cancer cells.  Studies over the past decade have shown dogs could identify lung and breast cancers from exhaled breath samples with very high accuracy (88% and 99% respectively).  That’s better than some lab tests used to diagnose cancer.

Cynthia survived after chemo and radiation treatments.  Had she waited until the tumor was big enough to be felt, it likely would have been fatal.

They saved each other’s lives!”

God knew humans would endure sorrow and heartbreak; that their lives would be complex and chaotic.  He created a creature of unique skills - a pure example of loyalty and kindness to love us perfectly and always welcome us home.  Spelling His name backward, He called them dogs.

Gracious God, thank You for Rudy, my dependable companion reminding me that You too are a loyal supporter in my life.  May we continue to be blessed with an everlasting friendship, the same as our love for You. ~ Cynthia

Compassion in Action

 “All who are weary and burdened, come to Me and I will give you rest." ~ Matthew 11:28

Every day, nurses take the words from the Florence Nightingale Oath to heart, “devote myself to the welfare of those committed to my care.”  Some take that commitment a step further.

It’s an all-too-common tale.  When an elderly man was hospitalized with COVID 3 weeks before Christmas, he had no choice but to surrender his beloved pup to a local shelter.  Depressed and terrified, he phoned his friend Jennifer.

Nurse Jennifer had formed a friendship with John at the adult daycare program where she worked.  It allowed John to socialize with others and receive medical care while continuing to live in his own home.  She knew all about Boomer.

John often spoke about Boomer and delighted in sharing cute pictures of his 12-year-old shaggy sidekick.  Jennifer clearly understood their bond; she had her own lifelong K-9 cohort. 

Keeping them together was just a natural extension of her oath to help others.  After learning that John had to part with his little buddy, Jennifer knew exactly what she had to do.  But first, she had to find Boomer who’d been taken to one of several animal shelters in the area.  He might already have been adopted by someone as a family Christmas present.

After several frantic calls, Jennifer took an early lunch and drove to the shelter where she found little Boomer in a large cage in the back.  Deep sadness leaked from both eyes.  “Without lifting his head from between his paws, the adorable pup gazed up and completely broke my heart,” she said.

She adopted Boomer on the spot.  His grief ticked up a notch to melancholy; but far from pure joy.  Soon Boomer was home making friends with Jennifer’s own dog.

Jennifer called John to let him know that she and her family adopted his pup to give him a home while he recovered.  She Facetimed John daily to share updates about Boomer and his adventures; he got plenty of love, scratches, and treats.  Knowing that his fur baby was in loving hands instantly boosted John’s recovery.

Eventually, John was released to the rehab wing of the hospital.  To celebrate his recovery, Jennifer dressed Boomer in some Christmas pajamas and when they rounded the corner, John shed the tears of a cleansing rain as he reached for his furry pal.  Others on hand wept too.  

Jennifer now brings Boomer to work with her.  She takes him up to John’s room a couple of times a day.  The other residents love Boomer, too.  John is proud to share Boomer as they take laps together in his wheelchair inspiring others with smiles and puppy kisses.

"Seeing them together again was the only Christmas present I needed,” beamed Jennifer.  God bless her!

Great Physician, thank You for giving us wonderful caretakers with beautiful souls.  Comfort them and keep them well.  Give them the strength to care for those who are sick and dying as well as the strength to receive help from others.  Amen

Pup Train

 “He works for the good of all who love Him and have been called for His purpose.” ~ Romans 8:28

Eugene lives on a cul-de-sac - the fancier relative of a dead-end street.  Its benefits include less car and foot traffic resulting in more privacy.  The downside is that people sometimes come by and dump unwanted pets there, leaving them to fend for themselves.

Now he spends the majority of his retirement looking after stray dogs.  At 82, what can be more golden than that?

He’s taken in countless dogs over the years, fed them, and got them spayed and neutered.  Eugene made a place for them to live and be loved.  But more than just keeping them safe, he's found an adorable way to keep them happy, too.

One day while driving down a country road near his home, he became fascinated watching his canine passenger with his head out the truck’s window.  The reason dogs like doing that has little to do with enjoying the scenery or feeling the wind.  They have an incredible sense of smell.  So, they hang out the window to enjoy the sensory overload of new and pleasurable smells zipping by.

He had an idea: a “Pup Train.” That would make getting around a little bit easier for everyone involved.  It meant that they could enjoy more outdoor adventures together.

He cut holes in 55-gallon fiberglass barrels, put wheels under them, and tied them together.  The former railroad employee takes his conductor duties seriously: each car has assigned seating for his furry passengers.  He added pillows to make them feel more comfortable.  There’s also a wooden ramp available to help those who might have trouble boarding his puppy express.

Behind his lawn tractor, Eugene began taking the rescue pack of nine in his care around town a couple of times each week.  “Now whenever they hear me hooking the tractor up, they get so excited," he said.  "They all come running and board the train on their own.  They're always ready to go joyriding!"

Residents often spot them go puttering down quiet streets, through the forest near their home, or stopping by a local creek for some fresh air in the coolest, most adorable train in the world.  One of the locals even set up a GoFundMe campaign to help cover the expenses of caring for the dogs. And raised over $17,000.

Perhaps Eugene Bostick's most memorable job began long after he retired.  However, the Fort Worth native never expected his life to take such an unorthodox turn.  It was the cruelty of others that forced him to take on the duty of helping needy pets.  He couldn't bear to see them left to starve on the streets.

Good works often arise from the cruelest circumstances.  One thing’s for sure, bad things equip believers like Eugene for deeper ministry.

Father God, we live in a world of suffering.  Your Son was no stranger to pain.  Instead of doubting Your goodness, help us lean not on your own understanding, but to trust in You more completely.  Amen