Frodo, my cocker spaniel, is known by a number of names. Yes, he was named by his original owner for the character in Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings. A friend of mine dubbed him Fro-di-o-di-o. I have taken to calling him Sweet Pea when I’m not referring to him as Little Squirt. Occasionally I will offer: he’s my Ambassador of Good Cheer. Many simply say he is the Church Dog. Please know that I didn’t intend for that to happen, but I do so enjoy being able to bring him with me when I come to the church!
In the mornings, he is often impatient with me. He paces and circles, eager to hear his favorite question, “Are you ready to go to the church?” Then he prances and dances and bounds down the steps trusting that we will end up at his favorite place: the church.
Recently, I had a flashback from childhood: “I was glad when they said to me, ‘Let us go to the house of the Lord!'” Yes, I remember memorizing that opening verse of Psalm 122 in the Revised Standard Version. And I recall feeling that way! And now, Frodo embodies this joy in going to the house of the Lord! Yes, it can be argued that his joy is largely motivated by the number of treats he receives in a day… but don’t we all benefit when we congregate in the house of the Lord? Is there not joy in our fellowship? Aren’t there blessings that come from worshipping together? Are our lives not deeply enriched by our connections in the body of Christ?
I hope Frodo isn’t the only creature which knows the joy of the house of the Lord! How do you experience the gladness of coming to God’s house?