Wednesday, March 14, 2007

A few pics of our "child"

This weekend our baby boy - Bingley went to a big show down in West Palm Beach, FL. Emily and he did great! He got 2pts (15 pts are needed to be a champion) and got special recognition in the puppy class, where he was second in the group stage! Here he is getting ready for the show:

Don't forget to "Show" (his command for stacking). He's looking good. Don't you like our blue grooming table?
Here is the breeder (middle, from Holland) with Bingley's sister who won the group in the next day's puppy class!
Just to let you know that it's not all work, here's a pic of Bingley (left), BeeDee (on top), and Jewel (below), all litter-mates. We recently poled about our next puppy - http://forum.oes.org/viewtopic.php?t=12665 - and surprisingly having a child won (maybe they forgot we already have a boy?)

Top 3 Most Recent Spiritual Realizations

Ok...here goes.

1. We shouldn't be "good" because we are obligated to. It's not about obeying the law because if you don't you'll feel guilty - being "good" or acting Christ-like is a product of Jesus' sacrifice for us. Follow me: If someone, say a friend of yours, threw themselves in front of a bus to save your life and died in the process what would you do? Wouldn't you do everything you could to honor the memory and the sacrifice of that person? The same holds true for Jesus. He threw himself in front of a bus for us. Shouldn't we be trying to honor his memory and sacrifice?

2. Life. Faith. Fight. "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Dylan Thomas



3. A song I wrote. It's not done. It's from Psalm 147

In my strength have I sought after life's delights,
"if only these idiots would listen to me!"
Yet, I have not the strength
to change the one life I have power over, my own.
Oh to echo Paul's sentiment,
"Why do I do the things I do not wish to do?"

But in God will I find true strength,
to expose every one of my weaknesses.
He will make me strong, he will rebuild me,
with him as my footings, my foundations;
I will hope to put my hope in him,
then will I be held in honor.