My Good Friday Dog
We have a family dog that is as sweet as she can possibly be. Her name is Sugar, and it is a fitting name. She is a Maltipoo (part Maltese and part Poodle). Sugar loves to do many things, but going for a walk is one of her favorite past times.
When she goes for a walk, she will sometimes stroll slowly looking at everything in her path, and other times she walks full speed ahead just to be outside. In either case, when we get back to the house Sugar loves to get a treat.
The treats are kept in a drawer in the kitchen along with some pens and note pads. She doesn’t care much about the pens or note pads, or anything else we keep in the drawer, but she knows where the treats are kept.
When we come back inside after a walk, Sugar will go immediately to the location of the drawer and sit there patiently until she is rewarded for the walk. When the drawer is opened she will wag her tail in anticipation of the coming treat.
Occasionally, if I am busy after returning to the house, Sugar may not get her treat right away. She will sit patiently right below the drawer and watch me, waiting for the drawer to open. As time passes her face loses the happy expression, the ears begin to droop, and her head is not held in high expectation. Nevertheless, she sits. In time, the sitting droops to laying down on the floor, but directly below the drawer with the treats. She waits.
In time, one of us will walk into the kitchen and see our forlorn dog sitting or laying at the closed drawer wondering why there was no treat to be had. Her world revolved around that joyous treat and now it was held from her. She waits.
When we see our rejected and pitiful looking dog and we realize that she did not get a treat we go for the drawer to give her the long-awaited treat. When she sees the drawer open she immediately goes into a spiral dance with the tail wagging wildly, hopping and dancing like this will be the best treat ever! She rejoices, realizing that the treat is about to become a reality.
But then I begin to wonder: I cannot image what Christ and his followers experienced on that Friday so many years ago when humanity crucified Christ. If I could image, I am sure there are no words in human language that could adequately express the grief. After 2,000 years, it still brings tears to my eyes.
After laying Christ in His tomb I’m sure they wondered, “Why doesn’t He…?”, “Why didn’t He…?” As time moved on over that long stressful, weekend, did they become more despondent of what they hoped for, what they believed in?
But they waited.
We may not see it now, but that Christian drawer will open. And on Easter, we too will be dancing in joy for our long-awaited treat – the Resurrection!
May the love and peace of Christ be with you, always.
Happy, Joyous Easter!!