There was time for a short worship and prayer time before I headed off to our last performance of "David and Lisa" at KIMEP in Almaty this Sunday so the Clark family were coming to join us. We hoped to start at 10 am because I had to leave at 11am but it was nearly 10.30 when the doorbell rang.
Julie appeared in the doorway, tears in her eyes and distressed, Nate and Bill looking suitably subdued right behind her. Before she got inside she told me that they had just seen their beloved Tabby cat squashed on the road and so had picked him up in a garbage bag and taken him home to await burial.
Only two weeks before this the equally beloved black labrador, Duke, had taken off and not been seen since. He had made about 5-6 previous escapes and was always found but this was it. Now their cat was dead and they were leaving Kazakhstan in about 3mths.
We prayed, read scripture and sang and I headed off to the theatre. I came back in the evening and asked my daughter, Amy, how long the Clarks had stayed after I left. She started smiling and told me that when they got home they had found Jack safely napping in a corner of the property. A resurrection on Easter Sunday??? No they still had the imposter tabby in the garbage bag and now had to bury him/her.
After plummeting to the depths an hour earlier it was hard to enter straight into rejoicing. Must have felt a bit like that for the first disciples when they heard Jesus was alive again. But now their joy is tinged with a giggle. Jack is back, "resurrected" on Easter Sunday.
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