Bowser’s Repose

“Go get it, boy!”

The gangly, young hound dog chased the tossed toy with glee. He heard the door slam and the engine race and tried to follow his people.

Panting, he sat down by the roadside. He waited. He laid down. He waited, and he whined. He sniffed the air for a familiar scent. Only the memory of his people lingered in the air. He waited, and he whined.

The sun moved higher overhead.

He was thirsty and hungry. His people were gone, and he was lonely.

He smelled water. He moved into the shady trees, lawns, parked cars, and families of an older subdivision. He found a birdbath and drank. An older woman saw him and started yelling. She threw a rolled up newspaper towards him and missed.

He moved on. He nibbled on grass and a few leaves. He found a little water in the gutter and drank again.

People chased him away and yelled at him.

He hung his head down, then sniffed the ground. He whined.

The sun went down. It came back up. He found water, sometimes. He nibbled on grass. He tested the air for a familiar scent. It was never there.

Several days were like that. His feet hurt. His ribs were showing.

One day, some people spoke together near him. They did not seem to be yelling at him. They seemed young, like him. He wagged his tail tentatively and lowered his head submissively.

One of them laughed. That one picked up a stone and stretched it in a slingshot. The stone hit his shoulder!

He yelped and tried to get away from these people.

They followed, hooping and hollering, enjoying their supremacy over him. Eventually, a black and white vehicle drove nearby. The noisy group disappeared, leaving him alone again.

He laid down near a dumpster. At least it had interesting smells and might hide him from noise people.

Before sunset, he sniffed the air. Another person was nearby. He was carrying water and singing to himself. This person saw him and said, “Hello there, fella.”

He wagged his tail tentatively and lowered his head.

Moving slowly, the man slowly moved his hands towards his nose. “Are you thirsty, fella?”

The man pulled a bottle of water from one of his pockets and unscrewed the lid. He looked around, and shook his head. He cupped his other hand and poured a little into it.

It tasted good. He sniffed the man. He wasn’t his people, but he smelled… Right. He also smelled like he carried something edible.

The man patted another pocket, and unwrapped crackers and cheese. “It isn’t really dog food, but…”

They tasted good.

The man turned to leave, but changed his mind. “I don’t need a pet. Ophelia, our old dog has only been down a few months. My wife likes smaller dogs. Maybe we can just keep you until we find your owners. Come on, fella!”

They walked a little while, then entered the driveway of the house. A woman and four children were watering the lawn and plants with those.

She saw the two of them, smiled and shook her head. “He is going to the vet tomorrow. And yes… If nobody claims him, we will keep this one, too…”

The little ones took turns tossing dry kibble to him. He never missed a bite. They found a large bowl for water for him. He finally fell asleep in the backyard, supporting four small heads.

He found his people.

She is back!

I have been gone a while. I am back.

While I was gone, I’ve been working on learning to write. I started innumerable projects. I never finished most of them. (I finished one, tonight. It was supposed to be a 500 word Flash Fiction story. It kept bloating because I wasn’t sticking to the plans. It is over 4000 words.)

So… Over the next three weeks, I want to start AND FINISH 10 short stories. I intend on planning them, and sticking to the plan. Feel free to leave messages encouraging or poking at me if it looks like I’m stuck.

Galloping Along in 1 Corinthians

I guess I will never be able to claim that I am a Luddite. I took a selfie on the way to church and in Bible class.

IMG_0218IMG_0215 (1)I look so ridiculously stern in the one on the left, but I was trying to figure out how to make my phone work. I always look like that when I use the phone. And no, I do not talk on the phone. I will text and I will take pictures, I will not talk. And no, you can’t have my number.

Here’s what we covered this Sunday in 1 Corinthians. Yes, we really and truly are in chapter 2! We finished verse two and started on verse three. We are galloping along at a breakneck speed, aren’t we?

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Bible Class, Passion Sunday, 1 Corinthians 1:30

 

Whiteboard for Bible Study on 1 Corinthians 1:30

Yes, I have missed updating this for a couple of weeks. I guess you’ll just have to show up to class yourself. You can jump right in, we move slowly! http://ziontomballtx.org/

1 Corinthians 1:30 (ESV)

And because of him you are in Christ Jesus, who became to us wisdom from God, righteousness and sanctification and redemption,

I don’t remember whether we discussed this note:

Paul traces from God (1) revelation given in His Word, (2) the acquittal won by His Son, (3) the holiness that follows for us, and (4) full salvation from sin and death. “This happens because of the righteousness of another, namely, of Christ” (Ap V 184).

 

–Edward A. Engelbrecht, The Lutheran Study Bible (St. Louis, MO: Concordia Publishing House, 2009), 1948.

We did, however, spend some time trying to figure out whether the Greek phrase at the top of the board meant:

  1. From Him…
  2. Because of Him
  3. Both or Something Else

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Looking ahead to next week. If you do not church home or your own church is missing out on some of the best parts of the celebration, feel free to consider visiting at Zion in Tomball