Back in 1909, President Teddy Roosevelt traveled by the steam ship “Hamburg” to Africa, so that he could literally shoot up animals; magnificent creatures which would be donated to the Smithsonian Museum for display. Teddy’s safari lasted a couple of weeks, and, needless to say, he killed a large number of wonderful animals which deserved to remain alive.
Monday, October 26, 2020
NOT HOME YET
Thursday, October 22, 2020
FOUL BALLS, FURNITURE, HEARTS & ROCKETS
There are no records kept for foul balls during a single time at bat, but there is one unusual record in this particular category that is unlikely to be broken.
Philadelphia
outfielder, Richie Ashburn, who played from 1948-62, was known for his ability
to hit multiple foul balls. During one at-bat in Philadelphia, he fouled an
amazing 14 pitches!
One
of the foul balls struck a woman in the stands; breaking her nose. And then, while
she was being carried off on a stretcher, she was hit by a second foul ball
from the same player!
Speaking
of foul balls, in the current Major League Baseball playoff games, and on the
third pitch, one of the players, (I don’t have his name at my disposal at the
moment) began to hit foul balls that would go on for the space of something
like six or seven swings. Ultimately, he managed to hit a homerun.
My
former co-counselor life’s motto is,
“If
every time I fall down, I get right back up, I only get a little stronger.”
I
expect the two major league baseball players whom I alluded to would ‘second’
that mindset. Of course, the latter of the two fouled one ball after another until
that magical toss when he hit a homerun.
My
wife and I love the TV series, “Barnwood Builders.” A recent program followed
several of the builders as they were on sabbatical.
One
of the men, we’ll call him, “Henry,” enjoys making furniture during his off
hours. As he was building a corner display case, I was struck by something he
said.
“I’ve
found out that it’s okay to turn out several pieces of undesirable, flawed
furniture, since I manage to learn from my mistakes, and eventually I build a
masterpiece.”
Pt. 2
Foul
balls and Furniture
I
think there’s a lesson here; one which some people never seem to learn. I think
too many people are prone to give up on their dreams; when a little more time
and effort would have won the day.
I
mean where would be today if Dr. Christiaan Barnard had given up after his
first heart transplant patient died a few days after his ground-breaking
surgery? Certainly not in the midst of
revolutionary progress in the science of transplant surgery. And where
would we be today if Robert Goddard had stepped away from his experimentation
on rockets simply because a few of them blew up in flight? Certainly not
preparing to establish a manned base on the moon, and rolling robotic explorers
all over the red planet.
And
it occurs to me that persistence goes far beyond foul balls, furniture, hearts
and rockets. I mean, it can get pretty personal.
Where
would I be today if my spiritual father, Rev. William Kirschke, had quit
preaching simply because the first person he witnessed to called him a “holy
roller”? Certainly not counseling and mentoring clients, students and interns
to the tune of thousands over the past three decades.
While
I can’t “buy into” the old adage, “It’s always too soon to quit,” since there
is a time and place to quit doing what is very unlikely to work, or to
surrender one’s dream, if one determines it was never God’s dream in the first
place, or if the guy or gal who dreams realizes they have neither the time,
talent or the training to pursue it any further.
Pt. 3
What, after all, intrudes on our ability to pursue our dreams
when we experience one or two initial failures?
I think more often than not, we are too prone to give in to
our emotions. Fear, anxiety, confusion or depression can limit our wherewithal
to fulfill the dreams with which God has inspired us. I think a significant number
of believers, and unbelievers, alike, are, “I don’t feel like it people.” We
allow our feelings to inhibit our potential when we might very well have been
on the brink of success.
A singular, goal-oriented, person of excellence has the
internal fortitude and wherewithal to see the future, and to pursue it to its
natural end; in spite of “a few blips on the chart.”
What dream has God set in your heart? How many times have you
failed when just a whisker from sweet success? How often have you allowed
feelings to hinder God’s best and brightest plans for your life? What have you
learned from your failures, and what is still left to be done?
I cannot help but think of the ball player who hit one foul
ball after another, but who went on to hit a homerun. I cannot help but think
of the builder who experienced a few failures, but who went on to build an
excellent piece of furniture.
“If every time I fall down, I get right back up, I only get a
little stronger.”
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Wednesday, October 21, 2020
CONVENIENCE STORE PSYCHOLOGIST
I experienced one of those cravings for a Coke tonight on my way home from church. My wife and I have been trying to cut back on sugary, carbonated drinks. And rather than keep a “private stock” in the frig, I have been stopping by a convenience store when I “just gotta have it.”
And thus, I stopped at one of these very convenient stores
about a mile from my house. Finishing a text to one of my former university
students, I stepped out of my car, walked in the door, made my way back to the
beverage cooler, and selected three sixteen ounce cans; two Cokes and one
Pepsi.
Retracing my steps, I stopped by the candy rack, and picked
out a Snickers bar. Finally, I stepped up to the counter, pulled out a ten
dollar bill, and prepared to pay for my bounty. Within seconds, a late sixty or
early seventy something year old lady strode quickly from the back room, and up
to yours truly.
As the clerk “rang me up,” I remarked,
“You are a brave lady.”
(and)
“The Lord must be riding with you.”
Without so much as a smile or nod of the head, or quizzical
look denoting a lack of understanding, she replied,
“Yes, He is. I love and serve Him.”
(and)
“I have been held up five times; with a gun, a knife, a
hammer, and I didn’t stop to see what the other two were holding in their
hands.”
(and)
“Years ago, I studied psychology and sociology.”
With this, I mentioned that I had studied the same curriculum,
and that I was a counselor.
Pt. 2
The lady behind the counter continued.
“Well, I planned to become a psychologist, but I had three
children to raise.”
(It is important to understand that a Doctor of Psychology
must complete 8-10 years of undergrad and graduate studies).
The clerk finished her brief monologue.
“I’ve done this work for 50 years.”
(And it occurred to me that this dear woman had begun her
present line of work the year before I enlisted in the Air Force during the
Vietnam War)!
I was almost speechless when the aging lady behind the
convenience store counter told me that she had once been in the process of
preparing herself to be a psychologist. But I was equally flabbergasted when
she said she had stood behind a convenience store counter for fifty years!
Having regained my composure, I spoke again.
“Well, what matters is whether you are making a difference in
lives. And I have to think you have done that for a very long time.”
Now it was my momentary friend’s turn to be speechless. It was
like she was reflecting on what she might have been, and how her life had
fallen together.
(and)
It was like in those few seconds which transpired between
bagging my soft drinks, and me walking out the door, she found herself thinking
of those fifty years standing behind a convenience store counter, and wondering
whether she had really made any difference in the lives with which she had to
do.
In one case, it made me sad that this dear convenience store
clerk had never fulfilled her dream to become a psychologist. But in another
case, I like to think I encouraged and affirmed her for the gifts with which
God has endowed her, and the words and actions wherewith He has given her to
make a difference in the lives He has set in her pathway for such a long time.
Monday, October 19, 2020
WATER PRESSURE
I watch "The 11th Hour with Brian Williams" most every week night; (at least as long as I can tolerate his liberal leanings). Tonight he alluded to a recent "super spreader" campaign rally of President Trump. And Brian W. made his audience aware that in that rally President Trump had returned to a theme which he has mentioned several times over the past couple of years.
Sunday, October 18, 2020
GOD'S NEW EXPERIENCE
You might find it surprising if I were to tell you that it is possible for God to have a new experience. At least, the Creator of the universe, the King of kings and Lord of lords, the Supreme Ruler, the “I AM,” the Bright and Morning Star, the Everlasting God once participated in an experience which He’d never before known…
when Christ,
the Son of God submitted to the will of His Father, allowed the most dramatic
limitation of His Person and power of all time, was in some inexplicable way
reduced to the microscopic size of a fertilized human egg, matured as a fetus
in a human womb, was born of a virgin named ‘Mary,’ suckled at his mother’s
breasts, and lived in obscurity for three decades; prior to His advent and
introduction to public ministry.
Jesus
Christ, who along with His Father and the Holy Spirit participated in the very
creation of the universe, voluntarily limited Himself, and embraced a new
experience unlike anything He’d ever known in the eons, and ultimately gave
Himself over to the sacrificial death of the cross.
The Eternal
God, Jesus Christ, the spirit being who, prior to His advent on the earth,
possessed the power to manifest Himself anywhere and everywhere, limited
Himself and dwelt among us, and experienced something unique to Himself;
becoming the God-man. As much God as man. As much man as God. And He has seen
fit to retain His earthly, nail-pierced body forevermore, (and despite His
power) has forevermore limited Himself to occupying one human-sized bit of
space at any given time.
I love the
passage of scripture which assures us of Christ’ humanness and empathy for His
creation.
“We have not a high priest who cannot be touched by the
feelings of our infirmities, but was in all points tempted as we are, yet
without sin.” (Hebrews 4:15)
It was because He purposely limited
Himself and experienced something He’d never before taken the opportunity to
experience that He has the unique wherewithal to put Himself in our place, and
to say, “Stay encouraged. I’ve been there (and) I will give you rest.”
There is that old riddle which cannot
be answered except in both the positive and the negative. Yes and No.
“Can God make a rock so big that He
can’t lift?”
Neither answer is altogether correct.
Neither answer is altogether incorrect.
However, if you happen to be walking
along the street one day, and someone approaches you with the question, “Is it
possible for God to have a new experience?”
Tell them, “Yes. Yes, it is. The God I
serve purposely emptied Himself of all His prerogatives, limited Himself, took
on human flesh, dwelt among us, died in my place, and is alive forevermore.”
(and)
“Because He lives, I shall also live
with Him.”
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IDENTITY CRISIS
I was talking to my wife the other day, and said something a Christian isn’t supposed to say.
“Have you ever wondered whether Jesus and His Gospel is real?”
(and)
“I mean, don’t you think from time to time every believer has
struggled with just a little doubt about His identity?”
I know questions like this aren’t politically correct, (or
would it be spiritually correct) but I think if we, as believers, are prone to
ask such questions, it will probably occur during a time of crisis, when our
faith is challenged, and when we need to know that we know that the faith we
are investing is being invested in the Truth.
Now, to be sure, I have endured many struggles during my fifty
plus years on this Christian journey, and I don’t recall the first or the last
time I ever questioned the authenticity of Jesus’ claim to be the Savior and
Messiah of the world. But we are frail, fickle human beings, and if you have
ever walked the same pathway as the character, “Christian” of the novel, “Pilgrim’s
Progress” I think you must have entertained such questions.
I mean, don’t we want to get it right? Don’t we want to know
that we know the God-man whom we refer to as ‘Lord’ will be the One who will
meet us on the other side, and will smile, and say, “Well done, my good and
faithful servant. Enter into the joy of your Lord.”
And, interestingly enough, the foregoing thesis is coming from the same guy who authored a discipleship program which includes two major focuses. “9 Things a New Christian Should Know and Do” and “5 Proofs That God is God and Jesus is His Son.”
Pt. 2
But I think 95 percent of believers will admit, “Yes, I’ve
been there;” (and I’m convinced the other 5 percent are liars). As I have
previously inferred, I don’t recall the first or last time I have questioned the
sincerity of the fellow who made that startling claim to Saviorhood and
Messiahship. But, I assure you, I have.
As my wife and I were entertaining that theoretical question
the other day, and as we were talking about those among us who are prone to
wonder, I experienced one of those so-called ‘epiphanies.’
“Jesus never questioned His own identity.”
Dear readers, although I have occasionally questioned whether
the Jesus of the Bible was “the real McCoy,” I have NEVER wondered if He
entertained this question about Himself. I mean, it is apparent that He knew
that He knew who He was, and why He, as God, had chosen to have a new
experience, and put on this fleshly disability that He would wear for all
eternity; to divest Himself of Omnipresence and Glory, and contain Himself in
the body of a common man.
My friends, though I may have occasionally questioned the
identity of the One who loved me and gave Himself for me, I have never
questioned whether He, Himself believed His own claims. I am convinced that
Jesus NEVER experienced what we refer to as an “identity crisis.”
As a counselor, I understand there are some among us who are
“puffed up,” narcissistic, self-assured and generally “taken up” with
themselves, and they may ever be prone to make audacious claims about
themselves. (And I think some of these folks are actually so insecure that they
find themselves “putting on an act” for the benefit of their “viewing audience”).
Pt. 3
And, no doubt, there were people in Jesus’ day who believed He
was one of those poor, demented, troubled souls, and who questioned the reality
of His claims.
However, if one man, among possibly 100 billion human beings
who ever lived, could make the claim to be the King of kings and Lord of lords,
the Alpha and Omega, the First and the Last, the Creator of the Universe, the
Way, the Truth and the Life, the Good Shepherd, the Savior and Messiah of the
world, it was Jesus Christ.
There was an old television series called, “Dragnet.” And in
this particular series, the main character would often utter the words, “Just
the facts, Ma’am.”
Well, my friends, the Jesus of the Bible gave us the facts,
and challenged us to invest our faith in the only One in whom we can invest all
our trust. He simply never questioned His own identity, nor attributes, nor the
reality of His Father in heaven, nor the purpose for which He came.
This is the One who made the audacious claim to His disciples,
“I AM the Way. I AM the Truth. I AM the Life. No man comes to
the Father, except through Me.”
He is the One who admonished Thomas,
“He who has seen Me has seen the Father.”
This is the One who challenged the religious leaders,
“Before Abraham was, I AM.”
He is the One who has assured you and me,
“Lo, I AM with you always, even to the end of the world”
No, my friends. Jesus NEVER experienced an identity crisis.
He knew who He was, and whose He was, and the purpose for
which He put off His glory and assumed the body of a man, a body which he would
wear for all of eternity, and one which he put on in order to fulfill the
demands of a just God, and to more fully identify with His own creation.
Thank God, Jesus never experienced an identify crisis. This is
a God in whom we can invest all our faith, all our hopes and all our expectations.
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“For we do not have a High Priest Who is incapable of empathizing with our weaknesses, but He was tempted in each and every way that we have been tempted, but without giving sway to that temptation and resulting sin.
“Let us approach the throne of Grace without the slightest hesitation, so we may receive mercy, and grace to help when there is nowhere else for us to turn.” (Hebrews 4:15-16. McDonald Paraphrase of the New Testament)
MAKING A MESS
“As we therefore have opportunity, let us do good to all men…”
(Galatians 6:10)
Pt. 1
My wife and I were rearranging the contents of our pantry yesterday,
and as I bent to pick up a small bin of dried, macaroni style noodles, I dropped
it on the kitchen floor, and approximately 3,483 of the little critters “hit
the deck,” and not only scattered across 40 square feet of said floor, but our
dining room, and living room, as well.
And, as a result, since I had managed to create such a big
mess, and since it seemed a bit beyond our capabilities, we just left it there.
(Not).
No, my wife simply got out her handy dandy broom and dust pan,
and we set to work cleaning up the mess. And you know, after a bit of time, and
effort a minimum of 3,403 of the original noodles had been transferred to the
kitchen garbage can.
I have often told anyone who cares to know, (and some who didn’t)
that over the past thirty years I have counseled thousands, taught hundreds,
and mentored dozens; in the context of my counseling practice, my roles as a
university professor, pastor, and 12 Step recovery group, a residential
ministry to former prison inmates, and the Christian discipleship, and
counseling training programs which I developed, and taught.
And given the myriad of people whom I have intervened for the
past three decades, you can imagine that I have met people whose lives reminded
me of… a floor covered with macaroni noodles. And, as a result, I have just
sighed, shrugged my shoulders, shook my head, and walked away from the mess.
Pt. 2
Well, anyone who knows me knows that’s not what I did; no more
than my wife and I left those 3,403 macaroni noodles on our kitchen, dining
room and living room floors.
And among some of my clients, students, parishioners and
interns I often witnessed slow, but steady change, and growth and maturity;
whereas, at one time their lives had been a total mess. And sometimes, the
change and growth and maturity was much faster, and much more impressive. And
sometimes, for all my time and efforts, I have witnessed little or no change
and growth and maturity. But it certainly wasn’t for lack of effort on my part.
But hearkening back to the mess I managed to make on my
kitchen floor, I expect you have “done the math” and have noticed the
discrepancy between the original number of macaroni noodles, and the grand total
which I managed to collect, and consign to the trash bin. And to be sure,
before the day was over, I managed to step on several of those lost little
critters on my living room and dining room floors.
The implication? If a counselor, professor, pastor, leader or
mentor expect the figurative pieces of macaroni to line up, salute and jump in
the garbage can “all by their lonely’s”, he or she will be waiting a very long
time.
The work of the ministry takes time and work, sometimes lots
and lots of it, and sometimes, surprisingly not so much. And sometimes for all
one’s time and efforts, the net result can be a bit disappointing.
And sometimes, for all the obvious growth and change among
those with whom we have to do, those who have exerted the most influence, as
well as others, end up figuratively stepping on a few random pieces of macaroni
on the living room floor of life.
I think it is healthy for counselors, ministers, professors,
leaders, and mentors, alike, (all roles I have filled in my life), as well as
those to whom they seek to minister and change, to be patient with themselves
and others; realizing that it can take time and effort to clean up the
figurative macaroni. And sometimes you and I are prone to step on one of those
stray critters which have managed to hide behind a figurative couch or chair.
None of us are perfect, and none of us are capable of
perfection. I think it behooves us, as believers, to consider those stray bits
of proverbial macaroni in our own lives, those little flaws, tendencies, or
sins which trip us up at the most unexpected times, and to offer grace to those
among us who are walking the same pathway which we call life.
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Saturday, October 17, 2020
CHARLES INGALLS - ROLE MODEL
For my money the best and most authentic 19th century era television series of all time was “Little House on the Prairie.” The re-runs are broadcast on the Hallmark Channel on a daily basis, and I make a point to tune in.
Interestingly
enough, I have a couple of connections to the characters on this program.
A couple
of years ago “Mrs. Oleson,” (Scottie MacGregor) and I established a short-term
pen-pal relationship; exchanging several letters. And I am pleased to say that
the “real” Laura Ingalls Wilder was a distant cousin of mine; both of us having
descended from a particular Mayflower passenger.
And as
compelling as I consider the content of my last paragraph, it has little or
nothing to do with the topic of this blog.
I simply
like two particular traits of the legendary Charles Ingalls; (played by the
equally legendary Michael Landon).
His
tender nature and his confrontational personality.
The two
sides of a coin.
On the
one hand Charles could challenge injustice, stand up to bullies, ask the hard
questions and defend his family’s honor, and get pretty “in your face” doing
it.
On the
other hand Charles teared up at the drop of a hat; whether Laura had just won
the annual Easter Egg Hunt, or an early snow ruined his wheat harvest. You name
it. He cried at will.
Humility
and Boldness. Definitely two of my favorite attributes.
Thanks for the fine role modeling,
Michael; (I mean Charles).
by William McDonald, PhD
MERCY ME
I am a big fan of the old TV series, “Little House on the Prairie;” so much so that I watched three of the segments this morning.
But given the foregoing scripture, and the focus of this
particular blog, allow me to figuratively weave a couple of the television
segments together.
We see Charles Ingalls and a much older man engaged in a log
chopping contest; sponsored by the fictional town of Walnut Grove. As the
contest began five men were in fierce competition with one another, but now,
the participants have been “widdled” down to just two, and each are determined
to win.
Ultimately, Charles and Jonah have come down to the end of the
contest, and now the best two out of three matches will win the day. Each man’s
ax strikes blow after blow on the hapless logs beneath them. And now, the men
move to the other side of their quest, and furiously continue chopping.
Finally, Charles’ log succumbs to his unyielding blows, and
lays in two pieces before him. Subsequently, Noah bests Charles heroic efforts,
and he wins the second of the three matches.
And now, the judge declares a thirty minute break, and each
man joins his wife on the sidelines. Having eaten a sandwich, and gulped down a
quart of water, we see Charles seated in a nearby barn sharpening his ax.
Pt. 2
Suddenly, Matilda, Noah’s wife, walks into the barn, and
begins to speak.
“Hello Charles. You know my Noah has won Walnut Grove’s, ‘The
Bull of the Woods Log Chopping Contest’ every two years for a very long time.
But, Charles, I can tell he’s having trouble out there. He seems to be
declining the past few months. He just hasn’t felt well.”
And now, a tear rolls down Matilda’s cheek, and she begins to
sob.
“Oh Charles, this contest means so much to Noah. You know he’s
a proud man. I think losing this contest would just about do him in, and maybe
me too.”
And with this, the aging woman slowly turns, and walks out the
stable door.
Well, as you can imagine, the implication of Matilda’s visit
is not lost on Charles. And given his legendary empathy, (at least in this
little corner of the world) he is quick to catch on.
The judge blows the whistle, and once again Charles and Noah
“go to work” on their respective logs. The axes rise and fall dozens of times.
And then, suddenly, Noah’s log splits first, though Charles is just seconds
behind.
The crowd screams their approval, and the judge yells above
the din of noise around him.
“Noah Tyler has won the 1887 Walnut Grove Bull of the Woods
Log Chopping Contest! Congratulations Noah!”
And with this, the former pins a blue ribbon on Noah’s inflated
chest.
Of course, the sixty year old man’s grin almost outshines the
sun, and his wife beams with pride. He is still the “Bull of the Woods.”
Now, Charles walks up to the old man, and congratulates him
with the statement,
“You got me this time, Noah, but you just wait ‘til the next
Bull of the Woods contest!”
Having spoken to his chief competitor, Charles locks eyes with
the smiling Matilda, and she nods her head, as if to say, “Thank you.”
Pt. 3
The contest done and won, Charles, and his family walk back to
their horse and wagon, and Laura watches as her dad begins to wrap the head of
the ax in burlap. And she says,
“Pa, you used a borrowed ax ‘til the last match. Then you used
your old one.”
Charles responds.
“You know you’re right, Half-pint. Mr. Tyler is a good man
with an ax. But he’s a lot older than I am.”
(and)
“You know when you get older, you get tired a lot easier.”
(and)
“Just like you winning a race with a big head start. It
doesn’t mean anything to win if you have a head start. That’s why I switched
the axes in the last match. Just so it would be even between me and Mr. Tyler.”
And with this, Laura’s frown turns into a grin, and she says,
“Mr. Tyler sure is happy about winning.”
And now, Pa rubs her head, and exclaims,
“No happier than I am about losing!”
On this day, Laura has learned an important lesson about
extending mercy to another human being.
Pt. 4
The next day, Caroline Ingalls walks into the Olson’s
Mercantile, and selects a 5 pound bag of sugar, a 10 pound bag of flour, and a
few pieces of hard candy.
Stepping up to the counter, Harriet Oleson rings up her
purchases.
“That will be $2.57, Mrs. Ingalls.”
With a slight tinge in her cheeks, Caroline answers,
“Please put it on our account, Mrs. Oleson.”
Harriet’s smile turns into a frown.
“Now, Mrs. Ingalls. You know this is not a charity
organization. We have already paid for everything you see in this store; cash
and carry. We are really not in a position to extend credit to you every time
you walk through our door! I’m sorry your husband can’t find a job that will
support his family, but that, my dear, is not my fault!”
And as her face turns a deep red, Caroline leaves the sugar,
flower and candy on the counter, turns on her heels, and walks out the door.
I knew Harriet Oleson. Well, at least I knew the great, late
actress, Katherine MacGregor, who portrayed her; at least from a distance. You
see, Katherine and I were pen pals for a few months; back in 2008. And
honestly, based on four or five letters I received from her, there were some
similarities between the actress and her television character. (However, I
don’t think the similarities were as pronounced as what we see on TV).
From my way of thinking Ms. MacGregor was the finest female
supporting actor of all time; at least my time. I mean, she was just so
believable. Mrs. Oleson was such a nasty, vicious, vindictive, manipulative, gossipy
woman.
And such a study in contrasts with her neighbor, Charles
Ingalls who was, as scripture admonishes, determined to do good to all men.
Whereas, in the log chopping competition, Charles offers Mr.
Tyler the gifts of mercy and grace, Mrs. Oleson “climbs all over” Caroline when
she attempts to charge a couple of inexpensive items at the mercantile.
Afterward
I love a couple of definitions I came across a few years ago.
Mercy – Not getting what we deserve
Grace – Getting what we don’t deserve
And I don’t think we can do any better than to extend mercy
and grace to those whom God sets in our pathway. For after all, didn’t God
extend mercy and grace to us?
I think Charles Ingalls and Harriet Oleson offer us such an excellent study in contrasts. I think we would do good to emulate the former of the two, rather than the latter.
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DEAR GOD - A Little Girl's Love Letter for Her Dog
Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so, and she dictated these words:
Dear God,
Will
you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I
miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though
she got sick.
I
hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls. I am
sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog.
I really miss her.
Love, Meredith
Yesterday,
there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, 'To
Meredith' in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr.
Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the inside front cover was the
letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was
the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away.
Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I'm easy to find. I am wherever there is love.
Love, God