We Remember Jesus and his Cross

We are at mid-point in Holy Week. And I always remember this time of the year a poem

that moves me to this day. Here it is...

"I wonder if Christ had a little old dog,

All shiny and silky like mine?

And a nose round and wet

With two cute little ears

And two eyes brown and tender that shine.

I'm afraid that He hadn't, because I have read,

How he prayed in the garden alone. 

For all of his friends and disciples had fled, 

Even Peter, the one called Stone. 

I am sure that that little dog,

with a heart so tender and warm

Would never have left Him to suffer alone

but creeping right undere his arm,

Would have licked the dear fingers,

In agony clasped, and counting all favors but loss.

When they took Him away would have trotted behind,

and followed Him right to the cross."

Prayer

Almighty God, who knowest us to be set in the midst

 of so many and great dangers,

grant us such strength as may support us, 

and ask of us such strength as 

You yourself will supply.

Through Jesus Christ, our Lord.

Amen.

--adapted from Paul Scherer, Love is a Spendthrift

--Roger Lovette / rogerlovette.blogspot.com