He sat there in the nursing home’s dining room, deep in thought, his hand on his chin. The show was on, but his thoughts were back in the past somewhere, wondering where the time and the people and places and events he once loved and cherished had gone. He wasn’t even aware of the show that was going on, or the songs or the jokes, but every once in a while, he looked at Buster Brown from out of the corner of his eye. His thoughts had a deep and painful hold on him and he didn’t sing or speak when spoken to.
God nudged my heart and I knew we had to break through. I sat next to him and kept maneuvering Buster Brown past him, next to him, around and around. The show was almost over, and Buster Brown finally did what God gifted him to do – he nudged the man’s hand. The man was a bit startled, and Buster Brown put his head under the man’s hand on his thigh. The man had no choice now and no excuse – he began to pet the dog.
That’s when Buster Brown started doing what is frowned upon by TDI (Therapy Dogs International) officials – he licked the man’s hand. Ready to tell Buster Brown to stop, I looked into the man’s face, and saw a sparkle in his eyes. I watched and a smile appeared, and then he began to laugh. He laughed and told me what a wonderful dog he was. I smiled and nodded; my heart full that the God of the universe would care enough to use a dog to bring joy to a little lost lamb.
Let us not grow weary in doing good, for in due season we will reap a harvest of blessing if we faint not. (Galatians 6:9)