a sister

A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.

Marion C. Garretty

Photo Courtesy of the Garrigues Family Album


What a Wonderful Savior

What a Wonderful Savior

Christ has for sin atonement made –
What a wonderful Savior!
We are redeemed, the price is paid –
What a wonderful Savior!

What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Jesus!
What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Lord!

I praise Him for the cleansing blood –
What a wonderful Savior!
That reconciled my soul to God –
What a wonderful Savior! [Refrain]

He cleansed my heart from all its sin –
What a wonderful Savior!
And now He reigns and rules therein –
What a wonderful Savior! [Refrain]

He gives me overcoming pow’r –
What a wonderful Savior!
And triumph in each trying hour –
What a wonderful Savior! [Refrain]

Hymn: E.A. Hoffman (1891)
Photo: Marge McCoy

Jesus’ dog

I love the little Catholic elementary school where I work. I love that we are free to express our faith, free to lift up the name of Jesus. Last week, I read the first and second graders the story of Jesus feeding a crowd of 5,000 with five loaves and two fish. We talked about the miracle for a moment, and what 5,000 people all together in one place would look like. Some thought you might see that many people at Disney World. Others thought maybe at Wal Mart. I asked them to draw a picture of the miracle, and what it might have looked like. There were as many interesting interpretations as there were students, but this one, drawn by a first grader, made me look twice.

I asked him if the one animal was a little lamb. He said, “No, that’s Jesus’ dog.” I thought it was heart-meltingly cute, and throughout the day I smiled every time I thought about it. And the more I thought about it, the more I loved it.
From the time I was old enough to go to church, I was taught that Jesus was fully human and fully divine. When I think of Jesus walking the earth, I think of the miracles He performed. Walking on water. Healing the sick. Raising the dead. I think of His divine love. Forgiving prostitutes and thieves, and even the friend who denied knowing Him. A love divine enough to die for the very people who rejected Him. But I don’t often pause to think of the human side of Jesus.

I guess it takes a child’s heart to fully accept that Jesus, the divine King of Heaven, was also a flesh and blood, fully human man. A man human enough to get tired. Human enough to get hungry. Human enough, even, to have a dog.

And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us. And we beheld His glory, a glory as of an only begotten fromĀ theĀ Father, full of grace and truth.
John 1:14
Photo and devotional by Jean Pike