No Friday Night Funnies, But......

Something you might enjoy anyways. Good Friday is a day to reflect on your faith and your life. I want to know what you do to make your community a better place. Volunteering is a good way to get involved in your community. As most of you know, my family volunteers for Dogs with Wings as a foster family. I thought you might enjoy some videos of Dogs with Wings and some of the foster dogs we have or have had.

This first video will give you an idea about the Dogs with Wings organization, look closely at the black lab puppies, one of them is ours (not the one barking)!



The next video shows a working guide dog named Enzo, we fostered him and we are glad to see that he is a real star! Funnily enough, the first dog we ever fostered, Pride, went to Ray as well, so both dogs he talks about were our fosters, and they both did/do a terrific job of making Ray's life easier.

If it doesn't show the right video, just click on the Dogs with Wings one.

Finally, we went to the airport to pick up a black lab puppy from California last Good Friday, and here is her reaction to a mirror!



Seeing how these dogs change a handicapped persons life, makes it all worth it for us. So, this Easter, think about what you are doing to contribute to helping those in society who need it the most. Writing a cheque is good, but actually getting involved is better. Too many people talk about helping those who are in need, but do nothing about it. A perfect example are the soft on crime crowd who yap about rehabilitating criminals not incarcerating them. They talk, they write papers and they cry that Conservatives don't care about the criminals, only the victims.

When you look at who is helping the homeless, it's Christian organizations, yet lefties are the first to criticize anything Christian. Everyone, no matter their voting colour, should get involved in an organization in their community that will help those people who can not help themselves. So, step away from your keyboards, and join your community this Easter in rejoicing and become an active participant to help better your life and those of others! Volunteer.

Good Friday, A Small Bit Of Torture.

Good Friday has always been the day I remember more from my childhood than Easter or even Christmas. Easter was egg hunts and Christmas was gifts, both were joyous days. Not so Good Friday, it was always the day of sacrifice, and sadness. Mostly, as a child, it was a day of torture.

The day started with getting up early to go to Church, and listen to a sad, and very long sermon, but that wasn't the torture. The torture began when we got home.

Before Church, my Mom would start the dough for buns. We would work all day, baking buns, making cabbage rolls, and perogies. The smells were amazing, my tastebuds were primed, and my stomach was growling all day. The torture was that we fasted, not because the Church demanded it, but because it was a family tradition. We were allowed all the water we wanted, and one bun, fresh out of the oven. If we really whined, Mom let us put some butter on the bun. Believe me, we savoured every single, slow bite of that bun, nothing in life had ever tasted so good, so sweet.

Nothing in life, no sermon, no lecture, no book, has ever made me understand the meaning of the sacrifice Jesus made on Good Friday, like fasting on Good Friday, surrounded by food, delicious smells and not being able to have any of it. From a childs perspective, this clarified what suffering meant, what others go through day after day.

Sure it was a small thing to do, fast for one day, but this small bit of torture, was a big lesson on the true meaning of Good Friday.

Now, I have to get that last batch of cinnamon buns out of the oven, and yes, my mouth is watering, but it's a small bit of torture.