Flaming Face

For those of you who don’t know me in person, one of my hobbies is knife collecting. Now, before you freak out and call “Serial killer!” let me say this: I’m not.

At 1am that is really the only argument I can come up with right now. I’m not crazy, I just like knives and being prepared. What else am I supposed to do? I am too impatient to wait until I get home to open something I just bought. Thus being a good reason to have a knife on me all the time.

Anyway, since I like knives so much, why not branch out a bit? So I did, and I bought a straight razor. Now this isn’t some useless Sweeney Todd movie prop razor. This thing is real, and I intend to shave with it from now on. But man, do I need to hone( http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/hone ) it more. I took that thing to my face and left my cheeks raw, patches of hair I couldn’t get…and a really good shave…in the places I shaved right. It definitely needs more work though. Besides, I’ve had worse shaves with my Mach 3. The burning sensation on my face and neck didn’t last too long either. As long as I can get it sharper, it won’t irritate my skin so much. That being said…I really hope that I get it right before my next shave. I can’t go back to the Mach 3 now.

I can’t think of a title for a post this pointless

I really should be in bed. Imagine if I did my devotions instead of staying up on my computer doing pointless things.

Something to work on for sure.

Fish Fury

Anyone who has read some of my blog knows that I was in Florida for Christmas. I spent a lot of time just playing Guitar Hero World Tour with my cousins, but I did spend some time driving around to various stores and malls to buy things.

What I noticed and became very interesting to me, is the amount of Fish on peoples cars there. Hopefully you know the fish I am talking about, the nice little statement of one’s faith in Jesus. We have a few people up here in Canada who have them, but you don’t see them very often.

Not the case in Miami it would seem.

There were at least two or three times the amount of cars with fish on them. I also don’t think that Florida has a reputation for being overly conservative. I think it’s great that so many christians are down there being proud of their faith, but these kinds of things will always cause a backlash.

I’ve spent a lot of time on the internet, wasting my time arguing with atheists. It’s pointless for both sides, because no matter what either of them say, the other will never budge.  I know this all too well and have come to learn the futility in it. Even though I don’t do it anymore, I always wondered why these atheists always felt so vehemently about putting down us Christians and trying to destroy what we believe in. Granted, there are always some nutjobs that like to yell at people in the streets about hell and sin and destruction, but those are few and far between(and don’t get me started on how much I disagree with those people). But I think I understand why atheists, particular American atheits, hate christianity so much.

It gets shoved down their throats.

Religion is seldom mentioned on the news in Canada, it shows up sometimes, but it’s not a very common thing. From watching TV down there I noticed that it is talked about freely. Atheists drive around and constantly see all of these fish. No wonder they put one with legs or “Darwin” on their cars. For most christians that would be like having every homosexual put a sticker saying “I’m gay” on their car. Yes, we should all be more accepting, but none of us are perfect and no matter how much we try to be or think that we are opened minded we almost always have someone to persecute. Even the people who despise christianity for it’s views on homosexuality, will often then put down christians for it, hypocritical no? Almost all of us are in some way. Almost like we aren’t perfect and need help(wink wink).

I’m not saying that I now suddenly support atheism, I very much disagree with it. But I somewhat understand their frustration. They don’t believe in something, and are subsequently surrounded by it. My youth pastor once said “If you can call something stupid, then you don’t understand it.”

I guess I can’t call atheism stupid now.

Old Yellar Had A Point

You know, everyone says that Old Yellar was a really sad movie, a classic, but sad. I agree, it was quite sad, but experiences today have taught me that what happens at the end of that movie is necessary. Better to have Old Yellar be shot, than to watch as she slowly decayed into death from the rabies.

I ended up at an old uncles house today. I don’t so much remember him as much as I remember his dog Chilie. She’s a beagle and was incredibly energetic, fun, happy, and could put George to shame in the curiosity game. She was awesome, that is all I remember of her.

That was a long time ago.

It was around 10 years to be exact, and she was six years old at the time. That means that she is currently at the amazing age of 16. That is the equivalent of being 108 for humans. What I saw was not Chilie. What I saw was a walking shell of a dog that broke my heart. She can’t walk properly, her hind legs just aren’t in good shape, she can’t even stand straight. Her fur is all messed up and tattered, and I did not at all want to touch her. Such was her aroma that you could smell her once you walked into the house. It wasn’t the normal “oh there’s a dog in this house” odor. It was the pungent smell of imminent death and it was revolting. When we got there, she did light up a bit, she had some of the personality she once had and was really happy to see people. But she is not going to be around much longer and you can tell she is in a lot of pain.

My mom’s sister divorced my uncle a while ago, and so Chilie is really the only one he see’s on a regular basis. He goes home after a long day of work, and she is there waiting for him. They pretty much only have each other. She is keeping herself alive, holding on, for him. He obviously doesn’t want to let go, sixteen years is a long time to have a friend.

It’s just really sad. God made certain animals capable of feeling deep loyalty to a human owner, mostly dogs and horses. A horse will ride with it’s rider on it’s back and will keep going until it kills itself, because it’s rider needs it to. I am sure that dogs who are loyal to a person live much longer than wild dogs simply because they hold on to life tighter because of their loyalty( I could be wrong, don’t quote me).

As the target of all of that love and loyalty, I think we humans have a responsibility to show love back. Chilie is obviously holding on to life for my uncle. He, in return, should show her love back in the form of mercy. Ya, I think he should put her down.

Better to go to the vet, hold her in your arms and see her off, than to come home and find her gone, her last thought being that she needed to hold on for you and was failing.