The Big Dog

There's a man I've recently met at the church we've been visiting, who works at the 911 Dispath Center. He's a big man and he's seems to have gotten himself the name The Big Dog.

I know he's a big guy, but every time I see him he has this big, gleaming, wonderful smile that warms my heart and makes me glad. A funny man and a joy to be around.

I have been thinking alot about what it must be like to do what he does for a living and i thought that perhaps the best thing would be....being the first one to get to lift up a person in dire need in prayer to the Father of Lights...to maybe the one voice that a distraught friend, relative or close family member gets to hear as their world is crashing down around them...

Then again I thought how terrible it must be to hear the call from the address of a friend or relative...to know first of all that tragedy is about to fall upon yourself....

Truly this man is big...but not because he's big...