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Does My 2-Year-Old Yorkie Prove the Existence of a Higher Power
What a dog named Chip taught me about God and love.
My sister and I recently had a conversation about God. She asked: What are your feelings about Him (or Her)? I wasn’t sure.
If we’re talking about the traditional image of God — the White-haired, White-bearded, White-skinned (of course) guy in the sky who sits on his throne in Heaven lording over his creation and biding his time until Judgement Day — I don’t think much of Him.
When I was younger, He was pretty much forced on me, mainly through fear. Yes, that God was definitely a He. “God is good,” the church folk recited, as if by religious programming. Good, but according to the Bibles they carried around like gold, He’s wrathful and vengeful, and He rules with fire and brimstone.
A-ha! No wonder so many so-called Christians seem so angry, cruel, and miserable.
Once I started thinking for myself, I started to have my doubts about Mr. Congeniality. I never went so far as to embrace…
