What I Told My Paralyzed Dog

“I spend a tremendous amount of time loving and taking care of you, Mr. Simeon, and you still whine,” I told paralyzed ministry doggy Mr. Simeon as I knelt down by my hotel bed upon which he was perched.

“Oh,” I then said. “I better go write that.” I had thought I was finished writing for that day. But not so with a message like this one. I felt strongly compelled to go back to my computer. To write the message I now share with you.

I had had yet another tough day with him. I did about 20 years ...