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Friday, May 01, 2009
And a word about dogs and heaven.
I have just returned from Athens, Georgia where my wife and I, with a small number of the members of St. Benedict's, attended the Diocesan Synod of the Diocese of the South, Anglican Catholic Church. The entire event was enjoyable, even the business part. It was a pleasure to meet some of our readers face to face as a fringe benefit, including one of our favorite comment writers, Fr. Wells (who signs his comments LKW). The graciousness, and good humor of Archbishop Haverland (who is our Diocesan Bishop) helped make this synod a happy time of good Christian fellowship amid the lengthy business of it.
As a result of the travel, I am tired; and having nothing profound to say tonight, I nonetheless want to pass on something amusing that was sitting in my inbox (if this came from a website I know not of, please inform me so I can give proper attribution). The contest of church signs in the pictures below reminds me of a true life story.
Many years ago I took a few classes in a seminary of the Presbyterian Church of America (PCA), where I learned, more than anything else, that I am an Anglican through and through. One evening, before the class began, a young man was lamenting that he had been rebuked by an elder from his church. "I was trying to teach Sunday School, but a young boy was crying. His dog had died, and he wanted to know if his dog may go to heaven. What could I say? I told him, 'well, maybe so. Why not?'"
This seemed like a reasonable answer to me, especially if a lion and a lamb can play together as friends in the Age to come. Nonetheless, I heard gasps of horror in the room.
"His father," the student went on, "Elder Smith (or whatever his name was) called me and let me have it. He set me straight about teaching heresy to children."
I let my sarcastic side rise to the surface, if you can imagine that. "You should have denied the scandalous charge; you should have said, 'I looked the crying child in the eye, and said; "Son, your dog went straight to Hell."'"
This did not get one laugh.
Mark Twain said it best:
"Heaven goes by favor; if it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in"
(You may have to click on the picture to make the letters larger)