Author Archives: Middleton Methodist
8 And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9 An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10 But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. 11 Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord.
Luke 2: 8-11 (New International Version)
My wife and I recently spent the good part of a day making sense of a jumbled mess in our garage. We had good reasons for delaying that task for the better part of the 13 years we have lived in Meridian, but we couldn’t put it off any longer. We expected to fight dirt, dust, and emotions as we tried to create order out of chaos. We weren’t sure what we would find in the stack of stuff, but we knew the foundation upon which it was built: a dog pen and doghouse.
When my bride and I moved to Meridian in 2007, we were a family of four – the two of us, an extremely spoiled feline named Carey Cat that I was forced to accept in order to marry Jeannine, and my faithful hunting companion, a German shorthaired pointer named Daisy. (I probably shouldn’t say this, but Daisy obeyed me much better than any other creature in our household ever has.)
I loved Daisy, and she loved me. We spent many years together hunting upland game birds in Oregon and Idaho. I had eased her into retirement only a few months before I learned I would be moving to Meridian, and I hoped we would all enjoy her retirement together for at least a few years. Unfortunately, that’s not how it turned out. Only eight months after our move, Daisy left me to chase critters across Heaven.
That’s how the pyramid of paraphernalia began. We weren’t ready to lose Daisy, and we couldn’t face dismantling her pen and house. Instead, we began stacking other things in them and on them. Before we knew it, everything was out of control.
We finally dug into the task on one of the last really nice days of fall. We organized, recycled, discarded. When we got to the bottom of the stack, we faced our emotions and moved Daisy’s things into the driveway. An unexpected blessing occurred when a neighbor saw them and asked if she could have them for her daughter’s new puppy. We heartily agreed. It lifted our hearts to know they were going to someone who could learn to love a canine companion the way we had loved Daisy.
Daisy has been on my mind frequently since that day. Descriptions of German shorthaired pointers almost always include the terms “boisterous” and “enthusiastic,” and Daisy was the embodiment of both. When I came home from work, she would stand up on her hind feet and then repeatedly jump straight up into the air – coming 18 inches off the ground – with elation over seeing me. Her excitement over an impending trip in the pickup was easy to see; every inch of her quivered. Her expression of joy always made me feel good.
It strikes me that we could learn an important lesson from Daisy. What if we expressed our joy just as unabashedly? When God gave us the gift of his Son, the angel brought “good news that will cause great joy for all the people.” How do we express that joy? Is it clear to those around us? Our joy should be at least as obvious to others – although admittedly in different ways – as a boisterous and enthusiastic hunting dog greeting her returning owner. No one should have any doubt, no matter what is going on in the world, about our reaction to the good news.
As we approach the sacred celebration of the birth of Jesus, I urge you to share the joy!
Grace and Peace and Calm and Wisdom and Hope and JOY! JOY! JOY!
Want to give a shout out of thankfullness for BSA 255. While collecting nearly 8000 pounds food via Scouting for Food, they also raked up leaves at the church property, cleaned our gutters so we wouldn’t have ice dams this winter, repaired a few things in our building, and hauled away fall leaves and other trash. Thank You 255! We appreciate you.