Hearing God in the strangest places

So I have to go out in the back yard and pick up a mountain of crap. My dog winston seems to be miraculous. He craps more volume than he intakes it seems. I am sitting here at the computer trying to think of all the reasons I should stay here and not go out there and do it. Maybe if I wait long enough I won't have time.

The funny thing is I love Winston. He is the best dog I have ever had. He is a sweet cuddly dog, that is also a ball of muscle. I don't feel embarassed walking him, (my last dog was a tiny little yappie fur ball). He really is so much fun.

But if he stays around there is sooooo much crap to deal with. And he smells bad sometimes too. He can clear a room with his flatulence. And he gets a bit excitable at times jumping on people in an effort to show them how much he loves them.

Got me thinking, this crazy community idea of church is the most awesome thing I have in my life. But there is a lot of crap to deal with. If we leave it for a little too long the task becomes very formidable. Wouldn't it be easier to just put them in a kennel and visit them on Sundays for a few hours? Then we wouldn't have to deal with the smells, the irritating behavior, and the mountains of crap. Luckily none of my bad habits effect anyone negatively.

I'll talk to you later, I have to go spend some quality time with a spade.

the rev