The sea gulls who daily fly past our house have a regular pattern: east to
the rock called Norman's Woe in the morning, west to Kettle Island in the
evening, with the setting sun rouging their feathers to glowing pink.
Sometimes, in a strong wind, they sail up and over our house, but they do
not land nearer than the sea-washed rocks. One day I was surprised to find
a lone gull sitting on our deck. There was something odd about the way he
sat, and the shape of his head. Moving to the window I saw that he had the
plastic rings from a six-pack of drinks clamped in his bill and circling
his neck. He sat very quietly, a little hunched, his head tipped
inquiringly. He was caught in the rings, unable to close his beak. Was he
perhaps, by daring to perch on our deck, asking for help? Slowly I opened
the door and tiptoed toward him. His fierce bright eyes followed me
unblinking, but he did not move. When, incredulous, I nearly touched him,
off he flew.
Captive to one of the complicated "blessings" of civilization that sea
gulls were never meant to cope with, my gull will have starved to death by
That ninety seconds or so on our deck brought to focus once more a phrase
I turn over and over in my mind: the redemption of creation.
"Redemption? But animals have no souls!" someone objects. Have they not?
My Bible tells me of a great hope shared not only by angels and men and
women, but "all things, whether in heaven or on earth" (Colossians 1:20);
it tells me that all is to be "brought to unity in Christ" (Ephesians
1:10). What can this mean if not that in some way unimaginable to us now
the suffering sea gull, along with all feathered, furred, scaled, and
carapaced creatures, will be redeemed? "The universe itself is to be freed
from the shackles of mortality" (Romans 8:19). Will not our ears someday
hear the Song of the Animals? I think so. I pin my hopes on the vision of
John: "Then I heard every created thing in heaven and on earth and under
the earth and in the sea, all this is in them, crying, Praise and honor
and glory and might to him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb forever
and ever" (Revelation 5:13).
Copyright 1989, by Elisabeth Elliot
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Wednesday, February 24, 2010
First up was when Dacey took our new puppy, OhNo, away from him. Connor ran after her with a spatula. Dacey hollered, "Momma, he's going to hit OhNo." Connor calmly replied, "No, I not. I going to hit Dacey!"
Then when Connor's daddy came in from work, Connor ran to him to hug him as he always does. Only instead of hugging him, he grabbed his daddy's pants and shouted, "WEDGIE TIME!" as he attempted to give his daddy a wedgie!!!
As if that weren't enough, last night while we were eating supper, Connor was sitting next to Dacey. We were all busily eating and talking about our day between bites. Connor dipped his spoon into his bowl and instead of taking it to his mouth, carefully lifted it over Dacey's head and poured it on her. I'm not sure who laughed harder - Connor, his daddy, or ME!
I'm sure this isn't as funny to most as it is to us, but we enjoy our little man even when he is slightly more than mischievous!
Friday, February 19, 2010
The Super Bowl of Dog Shows aired this past Monday and Tuesday. Our family loves watching and rooting for our favorite breeds. This year in celebration we had hot dogs for supper and then made our favorite pup-cakes for dessert. Fun was had by all!!
Tommy, the kids, and dogs piled up waiting for the show to begin:
Serendipity, on the other hand, was not the least bit impressed!
An adorable Scottish Terrier, Sadie, won the night! Congratulations, Sadie!!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
We are often asked if our dogs are house dogs or yard dogs. Our pets are not just part of our ministry, they are part of our daily family life.
Scarlet (on the far right) usually sleeps at the foot of the bed with my husband and me. Cosmo (first on the left) sleeps with his human - our seven year old son, Isaac. Rose Bud and Pillow are still being house broken and they sleep comfortably in their crates.
During the day the dogs are in and out of the house as needed. Often when we leave the house - even just to run to the grocery store - one or more of the pups tags along for the ride (as the weather permits).
Since we home school, the kids get to keep their dogs with them while they are completing their assignments. The puppies have to be kept on a leash so that any discipline issue can be quickly corrected. It also helps with house-breaking to know who did what, where, and when. My son, Isaac, does a lot better on his work when Cosmo is by his side. I'm convinced that Cosmo gives Isaac the answers sometimes, but whatever works! lol
Dacey often refers to Rose Bud as her baby. She carries her in her arms more than she allows the pup to walk.... even now that the Rose Bud is half of Dacey's body weight!
Our dogs are much loved members of our family, and it is an honor to share the joy that they bring us with others.