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What lies ahead.
It is what it is.
What will be, will be.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
There are always risks to playing the God card.
More importantly, risks are heaviest when playing WITH the God card.
Leaves one very, very,
Thirsty.
Yikes.
Oops.
Stay tuned.
And.
Check twice, three times, the spelling of the name and names before committing to the family namesake. Things could get a bit dicier than expected.
Yes.
”There is a connection between events—past, present and future—and that this connection exists in the justice of God who controls all.” (Ecc3:15)
Phew.
Dodged a bullet there.
There, present and accounted for with the non-believers who only practice believing when it suits their in-the-present-needs-and- purpose.
When death and pain have become a thing of the past.
”For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.” ( 1 Timothy 6:10 )
Ouch.
Avarice is a revenge best served cold.
Greedy is as greedy does.
All dogs may go to heaven as may some people. Not un willingly it has been noted by historied passages in the Bible, of stories of animal sacrifices. Animals used as bank accounts and when the rest of the funds dry up.
Beef jerky is plentiful, and the like…..
Somewhat curiously, in the Bible, dogs are portrayed as street animals, not domestic pets: they are filthy, devouring what is unclean.(Exod 22:30)
Score one for the dog.
When the chips are down.
Personally would hands down spend my last breath with a devouring dirty dog than a sneaky cat. Lying side by side on the pavement of my own path of destruction. With a dirty, dirty dog.
Hey.
It ain’t the dogs fault unclean spirits insist on bringing in the unclean tithes and offerings of unclean hearts into their personal houses of ill repute. The prostitute has been posturing for a long time, with a squeaky clean, albeit immensely dishonest plan of action.
The dog has a sensitive sniffer of the ill repute. The ill-reputationed.
There, is after all, a spectrum to this dog debate about cleanliness being next to Godliness.
Either way.
Score one for the dog.
It is actually, factually debatable dogs are not actually eaten in Chinese folklore. Dogs can ward off evil spirits because they would never, ever thinking about biting the hand that feeds them. Ever. Now. Later. Yesterday. Tomorrow.
Diversity dog-ivied.
To all the desires out there,
Watch out.
Up in smoke is up in smoke no matter how fast the match burns.
Consider it a catch-22.Or.
No catch at all. All “homies” and “dearies” better beware.
Being in hot water is being in hot water.
Dearie is as dearie does. Or plans to do.
When the chips are down, the appointment has been confirmed.
And all else fails.
Really it just becomes an exercise in futility.
Ouch.
When the water does finally arrive via carrier, deluge becomes a “thing.”
Drowning becomes a predicament when the wild fires crash and burn the ground down into oblivion. Sadly, the bargaining power dries up real fast.
Real fast.
In the blink of a dry eye.
Round and round and round we go.
Again.
Where it stops.
Is when it stops.
Nobody knows.
Everybody knows.
With steadfast self-discipline love is born. Love is borne out of the frustration of never having to say,
”I’m sorry.”
Sincere regret?
Nawwwww.
Not that either.
Death is death.
Life is life.
Somewhere in the middle of it all is purgatory. A constant state of: The dog chasing its dirty, dirty tail. Wondrous, really.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Now. You say.
It makes a little more sense why (biblically) the dog is not welcome. It also makes more sense as to why the dog leads with the never ending, endless faith of a believer in its human “master.”
To those who get the gist of the story. Who prefer the journey of self-discipleship. It is indeed a ship worth sailing. With the able-bodied captain as the steadfast anchor.
The journey is only beginning.
The journey of learning true and bonafide love.
Priceless.
On the wavy waters of fear and deception.
Safety and terror are incompatible.
Translation: You cannot give what you never got.
Enter.
The Dog.
God spelled backward.
With the deep core of self-discipline of discipleship just waiting to be shared.
It has been said, that the dog, with the intellect of a two year old their entire life, a dog’s language skills never progress beyond that of a toddler.
Sounds good to me. A toddler after all considers everything, “Mine.” Just as a loyal dog considers their human “master”
”Mine.”
”Let Dogs Delight to Bark and Bite.”
Isaac Watts
Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so;
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
For ‘Tis their nature, too.
But, children, you should never let
Such angry passions rise;
Your little hands were never made
To tear each other’s eyes.
As in scratch each other’s eyes out when the going gets tough. Lions, cats, felines etcetera, etcetera.
Dogs may be dirty, roll in another’s poop.
Cleanliness is next to Godliness. The dogs instinctively knows this too. Yet and still. Is happily willing to roll in the poop for you….
Stay in the trenches with you until the dust settles and the cats stop clawing one another’s eyes out of each others misfortunes and envies.
They are many. There are many.
In the cat world, girls, after all, dress up for one another. The mating games causes this to be true. Attempting to scratch out the eyes of the competition with one fell swoop. In the quest of another’s mate, the perfect mate.
The coffee mate?☕️
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Over in the corner is the dog, eying you and just waiting with joyful anticipation of the moment you give the non verbal “ok” to drop down, give you twenty——twenty minutes of glorious rolling in the poop for and on your behalf, with the symbolic joyful wiggling of feel good poop on their coat.
How beautiful is that?
All for you.
Dogs may not get into the biblical heaven as has been storied for centuries. What they do know that down here, it is heaven on earth with you at their side, your homie of all homies.
Together forever.
Because.
The believer faithfully and lovingly believes that when humans fail each other, and they mostly will. Purgatory continues to exist. Continues to exist on the labeled spectrum of lies and deceit.
However, without question.
Only God knows.
All dogs go to heaven.
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