[Faith-talk] Good Night Message for Tuesday, March 12 2013, Albeit a Little Early

[Paul]

Hello folks, and how was your day today? Mine was good.  And, for the rest of you in other parts of the world, how is your day going? I also hope well.

The reason for this early good night message is that I will be occupied in doing other things on the Net beginning at 9 p.m. eastern time and, because I know of no way to add this message to my SAMNET email account from my primary email one, I have to type everything twice.  I post the same message on a forum over in SAMNET.  I've talked with the tech support people over there, and they tell me it's impossible right now to do this.  Thus the early message, and I hope you all will understand.

Our story for today is not exactly a Christian one, but I believe in my heart of hearts that God was working behind the scenes in this incident.  As biblical proof of this, as I mentioned previously, see the Hebrew version of the Book of Esther.  The author of this story is Lori Shaw of Farwell, Michigan.  I dedicate this to all animal lovers.  Her contribution is entitled "The Boy Who Needed Alex," and with a subtitle of "A Young Student No One could Reach, That Is, No Person," rendered as follows:

My yellow lab, Alex, a certified therapy dog, tugged at her leash and trotted down the elementary school hallway, eager to get to the kids we'd been visiting for the past couple months.  She stopped at our usual classroom.  I straightened her red scarf and opened the door.  But there were no kids.  Just the teacher.  That's odd, I thought.

For years I'd prayed for the chance to raise a therapy dog, and Alex was a natural.  A whipsmart, energetic pup, she breezed through obedience training.  Her attentive amber eyes could melt the hardest of hearts.  She became certified at just a year old.  Deep in my heart I knew Alex was meant to do good in the world.  When one of her instructors told me about Dog Tales, a volunteer group that visits schools and libraries with therapy dogs, encouraging folks to read, it sounded perfect.  Alex loved kids, so I signed her up.  Our assignment was the local elementary school.  From our first visit, the kids bonded to Alex.  Every time we came back, the students couldn't wait to sit and read with Alex.

But that day, with our regular class missing, I wondered if we could help at all.  I worried about Alex.  She needed to do her therapy work.  "I'm so sorry," the teacher said.  "I forgot to call you.  The kids are out working on a project today."

Alex sat next to me and whined.  "Could we visit another class?" I asked.

The teacher thought for a moment.  "There is a class that would enjoy seeing...."

"Perfect!" I said.  She led the way down the hall, and Alex and I followed.  Then Alex stopped short in front of another door.  "C'mon, girl," I said, tugging on her leash.  But my normally obedient dog wouldn't budge.  She wanted to, no, had to, enter this classroom.  The teacher asked the class if they'd like to meet Alex.  Then she waved us in.  It was a small class, maybe 10 kids.  "Hi, everyone," I said.  "This is Alex..."

Before I could finish, Alex made a beeline for a boy who was sitting on the carpet, his head down.  She snuggled up to him and put her chin on his shoulder.  The boy quietly put his arm around her.

I read a story to the kids.  With each turn of the page, I caught a glimpse of the boy stroking Alex's coat.  She never left his side.  That's funny.  Usually Alex makes her rounds and visits with all the kids.  After we said our goodbyes, the teacher walked over.  "May I please speak to you in the hallway?"

"Of course," I said, following her.

"I know you have a schedule, but could Alex visit us each week, too?"

"We'd love to," I said.  Then I saw tears in her eyes.  "Did I say something wrong?"

She shook her head and pointed to the little boy.  "He's been depressed for months.  We've tried everything, and we just can't break through to him.  But it looks like Alex has."

Alex and I kept going back to that classroom.  Each week that little boy brightened a bit more.  Today he's a happy fifth grader, who still gets visits from Alex and me.

Who could've known Alex would make such a big difference in a child's life? But that's what happens sometimes, isn't it? We ask God to give us opportunities to help, and He leads us to where we're needed.  Or rather, He led my dog.

And there you have it for today.  Hope you dog lovers, guide dog owners and others, whether or not you're animal lovers, received a blessing from reading this.

And now may the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob just keep us safe, individually and collectively, throughout this night or day and especially in these last days in which we live.  Your Christian friend and brother, Paul