Today was especially difficult as we had a private burial service for my Dad. Tomorrow will be tough as well as we have the public memorial service for my Dad. The service will begin at (or around) 7:00 PM. I may see if there is a way to stream it or perhaps utilize FaceBook Live.
Monday night we went to one of those restaurants that have peanut shells all over the floor (my Mom really wanted some “real” food, as several people had brought sandwich stuff and cakes of all sorts by the house).
When we entered, Jamie immediately began to feel nervous. There was loud music, a crowd of people, and peanut shells all over the floor. This last one was more about Gabriel then her...she was afraid he was going to eat some shells and get sick.
We found a corner of sorts in the waiting area and, after cleaning a part of the floor with our foot, Jamie put Gabriel in a “down” (that’s where he lays down on the floor) and was petting him.
Jamie was still nervous, though, and told Monica as much. About that time, Gabriel started pawing at Jamie. She soon found Gabriel on her lap (or as best he could with her just squatting, but not sitting on the floor).
You see, Gabriel has been trained to pick up on subtle clues that Jamie is panicking...sometimes before she even knows it herself. When he picks up on this, he will immediately “go to work.” And he did just that Monday night.
See Gabriel isn’t just Jamie’s dog...Jamie is Gabriel’s girl. His job is to pay attention to her and her only. Even when he is “being a dog” (i.e. when he is “off duty”), he still checks with Jamie before doing anything...to be sure she is OK.
That’s exactly how our church family ought to be. We should be: we should be so in tune with each other that we sense when a brother or sister has a problem. And we should be so in love with one another that, when we see someone having a problem, we do something about it.