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The ghost of a little white kitten

Crying mournfully, early and late,

Distracted St. Peter, the watchman,

As he guarded the heavenly gate.

“Say, what do you mean?” said his saintship,

 ”Coming here and behaving like that?”

“I want to see Nellie, my missus,”

Sobbed the wee little ghost of a cat.

“I know she’s not happy without me,

Won’t you open and let me go in?”

“Be gone,” gasped the horrified watchman,

“Why the very idea is a sin;

I open the gate to good angels,

Not to stray little beggars like you.”

“All right,” mewed the little white kitten,

“Though a cat, I’m a good angel too.”

Amazed at so bold an assertion,

But aware that he must make no mistake,

In silence, St. Peter long pondered,

For his name and repute were at stake,

Then placing the cat in his bosm

With a “Whist now, and say all your prayers,”

He opened the heavenly portals

And ascended the bright golden stairs.

A little girl angel came flying,

“That’s my kitty, St. Peter,” she cried.

And seeing the joy of their meeting,

Peter let the cat angel abide.

This is the tale of a kitten

Dwelling now with the blessed above,

It vanquished grim Death and High Heaven

For the name of the kitten was Love.

Leontine Stanfield

My best friend in junior high said something once that is very profound.  “Whoever doesn’t love animals is missing out on a good part of life.”  God initially created animals for our enjoyment and pleasure.  I don’t think it is necessary to love animals as much as some people do, but if you honestly don’t like them, I think a self-evaluation is in order.

Garbage Island

July 30, 2010

Our Daily Bread is hosted by Les Lamborn

READ: Genesis 1:20-28; 2:15

The waters He called Seas. And God saw that it was good. —Genesis 1:10

The other day I ran across a troubling report about people who think it is acceptable to use the ocean as a giant garbage dump. Here is an excerpt: “If you should see this amazing floating pile of plastic in the Pacific Ocean, it’s called ‘The Great Pacific Garbage Patch.’ It features three million tons of plastic debris floating in an area larger than Texas. An eye-popping 46,000 pieces of plastic float on every square mile of ocean!” Other sources estimate the amount of garbage is even bigger. Plastic is especially bad because it does not dissolve.

During our sojourn on earth, we have been charged, like Adam, with taking care of the earth and its creatures that God has given us. Genesis 2:15 says, “The Lord God took the man and put him in the garden of Eden to tend and keep it.” God delights in what He has made and this extends to the sea and all that live in it (1:10,20-21).

This world should remind us of the greatness of our Creator and serve as a springboard of praise to Him. Indifferently using it as a garbage dump mars its beauty and threatens the creatures that live here. Showing respect and caring for the land, the ocean, and the air is our duty as believers in Christ. —Dennis Fisher

For Further Study
To learn about our responsibility to care for the world God has created, read Celebrating The Wonders Of Creation online at www.discoveryseries.org/q1108

Caring for God’s creation is the believer’s duty

This is for all dog lovers–enjoy!!

 
This is the true story of how my sister and I got our collie dog.  My mother, sister, and I went to Missouri to visit my grandparents.  My dad had to stay home.  One day my grandmother had to take her dog, Tippy, to the vet, and my sister and I went along too.  We were greeted at the door by a beautiful collie dog that looked just like Lassie only without the white stripe on her face.  She was all things beautiful and she loved us from the start.  We both knew we absolutely had to have her. 
 
Dawn was a registered collie from a collie farm near Springfield.  The problem was that she had a cyst on her ovary which had to be removed, which would also entail a histerectomy.  The collie farm just couldn’t afford another spayed collie dog as they already had three others.  The vet said that they would pay for the operation, if he could just find a home for her, otherwise he was instructed to put her to sleep in three days.  My sister and I were devastated by the thought of this beautiful and elegant three-year-old collie being  put to sleep.
 
My mother at first said no, My dad at home was screaming “Do NOT bring that dog home, DO NOT BRING THAT DOG HOME!” But, we begged, pleaded, and used the crying tactic.  We told our mother it would be cold blooded murder to allow that dog to be killed.  My mother kept saying, “you know who will end up having to take care of her–me!”  We promised that wouldn’t happen.  If it did, she could cancel our allowance for the rest of our lives.
 
My mother talked to my dad again.  The answer was the same.  “DO NOT BRING THAT DOG HOME, DO NOT, DO NOT, DO NOT!!”
 
 Well, our theatrics worked, and guess what?  We brought the dog home.!!