JMJ. Hoshi died this last Tuesday. She was the last of seven ferrets Linda and I have owned (owned by is actually closer) over the last ten years. We've had cats our entire married life up to the last five years or so. A couple of them were really great, most were nice to have, and of course a few were real duds. Just like people, I suppose. One of my best buddies, Hawk, turned me on to ferrets. Linda was not too sure, though, but gave me a grudging ok. One November night I came home with a little fuzzball who poked her head out of the cardboard carrier and straight into Linda's heart. Neither of us ever looked back.
Most we bought from pet stores but a couple we adopted from a local ferret shelter in Cleveland. Each one has had a unique personality and each left tiny foot prints all over our lives. Hoshi was the last. She died of cancer of the pancreas. Five years old. We'll miss the patter of her feet down the hall, her stealing of toys, her nesting in the lowest drawer of Linda's dresser when done playing, and her drinking out of the tap when Linda took a shower. We both decided Tuesday that there wouldn't be any more for some time to come. Losing each was a wrench at the heart strings and we weren't sure we could do it again. Not for a long while anyway. Thursday I filled out the on-line adoption application for two ferrets from the shelter. That hole needed filling and only a little fuzzball could do it. Thank you, Lord, for these tiny gifts.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Requiem
JMJ. It's over. The majority has spoken and we have a new president. Amen.
I got together with my friend, Charlie, a couple days after the election for breakfast. I was bemoaning many things, but primarily the fact that it seemed that the plight of the unborn was indeed dire. (After all, didn't Obama promise to sign the Freedom of Choice Act as soon as he was elected?) Not only would there be unlimited abortions on demand, regardless of the will of the states, but even infanticide would be legal. Three times our president-elect voted against protection for the aborted who managed to beat the abortionists' knives and be born alive. Not to mention the fact that our benevolent government will pay for all of this at the expense of the tax-payers!
Charlie was more upbeat. "Jimmy, you've gotta remember the message of the Divine Mercy. 'Jesus, I trust in Thee.' What happened in the election happened according to God's will and look what's happened already." What ARE you talking about, Charlie, I asked? "California passed the proposition out-lawing gay marriage."
Oh. Yeah. I DID read something in the paper to that effect. Hmmm. Maybe he has a point. The thrust of what Charlie was getting at is that, once again, we look to the Divine Mercy. And the crux is trust in Jesus. If we make the conscious decision to trust in Him, He will grant us mercy. And this is what it's all about. We have failed Him by our votes at the polls. The majority of Christians, primarily Protestant but with a liberal (no pun intended) dose of Catholics, have denied Him before the secular society. We have cared more for the colour of our president's skin than we have the culture of life. We have cared more for jobs than the lives of the unborn. We have cared more for government hand-outs than we have for the new-born and the elderly.
But in spite of that He loves us still and will be merciful if we but TRUST. I'm finding that real hard to do in my anger against my fellow Americans but with folks like Charlie and Bob and Jan Marie around to remind me, I just might finally get the message. I hope you do, too. Trust.
I got together with my friend, Charlie, a couple days after the election for breakfast. I was bemoaning many things, but primarily the fact that it seemed that the plight of the unborn was indeed dire. (After all, didn't Obama promise to sign the Freedom of Choice Act as soon as he was elected?) Not only would there be unlimited abortions on demand, regardless of the will of the states, but even infanticide would be legal. Three times our president-elect voted against protection for the aborted who managed to beat the abortionists' knives and be born alive. Not to mention the fact that our benevolent government will pay for all of this at the expense of the tax-payers!
Charlie was more upbeat. "Jimmy, you've gotta remember the message of the Divine Mercy. 'Jesus, I trust in Thee.' What happened in the election happened according to God's will and look what's happened already." What ARE you talking about, Charlie, I asked? "California passed the proposition out-lawing gay marriage."
Oh. Yeah. I DID read something in the paper to that effect. Hmmm. Maybe he has a point. The thrust of what Charlie was getting at is that, once again, we look to the Divine Mercy. And the crux is trust in Jesus. If we make the conscious decision to trust in Him, He will grant us mercy. And this is what it's all about. We have failed Him by our votes at the polls. The majority of Christians, primarily Protestant but with a liberal (no pun intended) dose of Catholics, have denied Him before the secular society. We have cared more for the colour of our president's skin than we have the culture of life. We have cared more for jobs than the lives of the unborn. We have cared more for government hand-outs than we have for the new-born and the elderly.
But in spite of that He loves us still and will be merciful if we but TRUST. I'm finding that real hard to do in my anger against my fellow Americans but with folks like Charlie and Bob and Jan Marie around to remind me, I just might finally get the message. I hope you do, too. Trust.
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