I wouldn’t say that Sam is getting spoiled over this whole thing, but I will give you a glimpse of her weekend.
My best friend from college, who lived with me then and again for five years before I was married, brought doggie Peanut Butter Pie.
Sam thought that my flowers were for her. I didn’t tell her any different.
All in all, she was very satisfied.
As for me, I have felt restless. Perhaps seven days of dog-sitting have had their toll. My life has become the size of my house.
This morning I read, Luke 10:17-20, NRSV,
The seventy returned with joy, saying, “Lord, in your name even the demons submit to us!” He said to them, “I watched Satan fall from heaven like a flash of lightning. See, I have given you authority to tread on snakes and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy; and nothing will hurt you. Nevertheless, do not rejoice at this, that the spirits submit to you, but rejoice that your names are written in heaven.”
I would be bitten if I walked near a snake, stung near a scorpion. I cut myself for the third time this week on Sam’s aluminum food can.
I do not heal people.
The disciples rejoiced in all of these. I can only imagine how amazing it would be.
Stilling the seventy, Jesus set their eyes to the horizon, to the ONE thing. It made snakes and scorpions look small.
I write in His name.
I teach His word.
I stand beside people who accept Christ.
I am shortsighted, though. I rejoice and often obsess over these. Even worse, I obsess over their growth. Jesus set my eyes on the horizon this morning.
Their names, all seventy, are written in heaven. My name is written in heaven. We can rejoice now.