Long suffering “Bad Christian” reader Cheryl was disappointed she missed the latest opportunity to “Ask a Bad Christian”. She did not know the feature was imminent (that is forgivable…neither did I).  The question she had wanted to ask was, “How is Trigger doing?” People my age immediately think of movie and television cowboy star Roy Rogers and his horse Trigger. That Trigger is currently stuffed and on display at the Roy Rogers/Dale Evans Museum in Branson, Missouri.

      Roy Rogers, Trigger, Dale Evans
      (Courtesy of Roy Rogers Museum)

A little background is in order for those who are not regular readers of these humble ramblings. I had written a couple of blogs about dogs. Allow me to pick up from an earlier post written on Friday, February 24th. I realized the amazing connections we have with our canine partners after a tongue in cheek piece about the Canine School of Evangelism became the third most read rambling in the brief history of this blog. A follow up dog story about the Touch of the Master was also well received by readers. It reaffirmed what I have been saying for years. I need to combine my dog stories with other Christian best sellers in order to get enough book sales to retire. So I have begun work today on “The Power of Praying for Purpose Driven Dogs who are Left Behind.” Finally I will get some shelf space at the local Christian chain store! (Note to spiritual hall monitors: I am joking. I don’t write Christian books to generate income to retire. However, I wouldn’t mind getting enough to pay Baylor University tuition)

I had decided to take a break from the dog days of winter but a recent development from scenic Waco, Texas changed my mind. It started innocently enough with a phone call from youngest son, Baylor student, and dog lover Brett. He had spotted three abandoned puppies along the side of the road and he stopped to try and help them. Two ran off but he managed to round up one of them. Brett called to let me know that he intended to bathe, feed, care for the dog, and then take him to the Humane Society on Monday for adoption. I knew I was in trouble when Brett decided to let me know what his rescued puppy looked like. This arrived via cell phone messaging.

                                                                                                                                   

I called the lovely Mrs.Burchett. “He is working me,” I told her. “He is falling in love with this dog.” On Sunday I was driving through Waco and I stopped to see Brett and his alleged short term friend. The way this puppy followed Brett around and looked at him was astounding. He appeared to sense that Brett was, for him, the canine version of Amazing Grace. That dog seemed to understand that he once was lost, and now was found. Maybe if we remembered our dramatic rescue along the side of the road to destruction we might gaze at our Rescuer more consistently with such a look of adoration.

But now we had a bigger problem. I started falling in love with this improbable mutt. I laughed with her and we realized that our family dog population had just increased. Brett was scheduled to take “Trigger” to the vet for shots and a checkup on Monday since the Humane Society was no longer on the radar. On Monday another phone call came. Trigger had become violently ill overnight. The scourge of all abandoned puppies seemed to have attacked this sweet little ragamuffin mutt. Trigger had  probably contracted the parvovirus. Brett’s words were heartbreaking in their honesty and love.

“Dad, I don’t think he is going to make it. But at least he knew he was loved for a few days.”

Okay. I cried at Old Yeller. I am a soft touch. But that remark from my youngest touched my heart and made me think that this is a microcosm of ministry. Sometimes it is heartbreaking. The results don’t always match our desires. But if we can love the down and out like Jesus at least they know they have been loved and they will know the source of that love.

For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home. I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was sick, and you cared for me. I was in prison, and you visited me.’ 
“Then these righteous ones will reply, `Lord, when did we ever see you hungry and feed you? Or thirsty and give you something to drink? Or a stranger and show you hospitality? Or naked and give you clothing? When did we ever see you sick or in prison, and visit you?’ And the King will tell them, `I assure you, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!’ Matt 25 – NLT

The results are not guaranteed when you minister to the least of these. But when we do minister to the least of these we show them the very face of Jesus.

When last we left Trigger he had just been released from the hospital after 12 days of intravenous feeding and medication. I had earned hundreds of miles on my credit card thanks to Trigger.

And now we are up to speed for the update. Trigger has doubled in weight since he left the hospital. This is a picture of Trigger looking with adoration at his rescuer Brett.

      

And here is Brett with his puppy.  

Geezers like me recall a song called Puppy Love.

And they called it puppy love
Oh I guess they’ll never know
How a young heart really feels
And why I love him so.

How can you not love a puppy like Trigger? And how can you not love the heart of the young man who took the chance to save him? Thanks for asking, Cheryl. Trigger is doing great. And he still knows that he is loved.