The Flat-Coat Retriever of Grace

I have a bumper sticker that reads: “Lord, help me to be the person my dog thinks I am.” This is a theological replacement for my shy and vulnerable mid-20s angst which shrink-sized to “I think your karma just ran over my dogma.”

In poet Denise Levertov’s poem “Overland to the Islands” she lets her imagination map out her way to God:

Let’s go—much as the dog goes,
intently haphazard, …
dancing
edgeways, there’s nothing
the dog disdains on his way,
nevertheless he
keeps moving, changing pace
and approach but
not direction—‘every step an arrival.’

My dog is like this. Always exuberantly joyful. Always forgiving of my many faults. Where I fail in hospitality, she welcomes friend and stranger alike. When intellectual theology fails, my dog nudges me back to the heart of my faith w-a-l-k. (No, sweetie, not right now.).

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