Hello, two-legged friends. It’s me again, Buck, a dog who followed Jesus. Today, I’ll tell you a story about a time I helped someone get to him–so they could be healed.
If Jesus had a hometown, it was the seaside village of Capernaum. Nazareth is where he came from, but many people there didn’t like him anymore—after he started teaching about God. To them, he was still a woodworker.
On the other hand, the folks in the fishing towns, like Bethsaida and Capernaum, loved him! Peter and Andrew had houses in Capernaum, and I think James and John did too. If you ask me, Jesus knew these fisher guys before they started following him everywhere. Maybe he used to fix their broken boats?
Anyway, when my best friend was back in town, everybody seemed to know. “Jesus is here!” I wish I had a juicy bone for every time I heard someone say that.🍖
Once, when he came home, a huge crowd swarmed us when we got off the boat. As usual, Jesus found a good place to teach. This time, it was a house, and so many people went inside they were spilling out the door! I laid down outside to watch and listen.
I started to doze off, when here came these four guys—carrying another man on a mat. I knew what they were up to: their friend was sick, and they wanted Jesus to heal him. They came to the right person and the right place, but there was no way they were getting inside that packed house!
Then I overheard one of them, “Hey, we could dig a hole in the roof and lower him down to Jesus.” Now they really had my attention. Ole Buck is a good digger.🐾🐾
The men carefully carried their friend up the hill behind the house. I followed, of course, and when they started digging, I joined right in. I’m not bragging, but my four paws were faster than their eight bare hands. I got a good hole started in no time—spraying a cloud of dirt behind me. But then I hit something like rock; paws can’t scratch through that. The four guys had stepped back, when I made dirt fly, so I barked to let them know it was their turn.
They came, pulled some square rocks out of the way, and we were in! Sunlight poured into the hole, and guess who was first to peer down, when the dust cleared? We were right over Jesus, and he looked up and saw me. “Buck! What are you doing?” But he knew. Jesus always knew.
The guys lowered their friend down into the crowd, and my best friend told him to “Get up, take his mat, and go home.” And he did! To everyone’s amazement, the sick man was totally healed.
This is one of my favorite things about Jesus, he never seemed to mind interruptions—especially from someone who really needed his help. Folks, he’s just that kind of friend.
For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother.
Jesus–Matthew 12:50 (NIV)
This piece of historical fiction (the dog part, not the miracle) is dedicated to the memory of the real Buck: a chocolate lab who was a gun dog par excellence. That’s him below, sitting in a duck blind watching his owner for the next command. It was his intense gaze (in the photo) that sparked this story. May each of us look to God with the same level of devotion.
Look to the Lord and His strength. Seek His face always.
Psalm 105:4
*The story of Jesus healing a paralytic is found in Matthew 9:2-8, Mark 2:1-12, and Luke 5:18-26.
A special thanks to Beth Alisan, from lessonsfromalab, for helping make this story possible. Here’s a link to her post about Buck: A Moment With Our Creator: Psalm 105:4
Thank you for reading. 🙏❤️ prayers and love.
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