Our morning walk in The Word together. And I was meandering around as usual – poking my stick in this – pulling a leaf back there. And I said a couple of times: look at this lord! And he simply said: leave it alone Paul. And a sense of Yippee was growing inside. A “morning off” from the bloggy words! A morning off together in The Word. A bit more time for “me” in my morning! No post, no writing … Yippee!!
So we meandered to our bloggy thing, to see what had happened overnight. Found some words left by others. Found some words to reply. Share the love. Then underneath yesterday’s post “Munch munch munch” – HE grabbed my stick and started poking amongst them: Look at this Paul, look at that … wow!! Come over here and see what I see!!
And I sighed a little.
“All I can say to all of this is . . . I am glad I don’t own a dog . . . deaf or not. But, perhaps one that lost its smeller might work for me!!! All this talk about smelling the posterior of another living thing makes me think how the aroma of our sin must be an awful, disgusting and obnoxious odor to God!” http://poetrybydeborahann.wordpress.com/
(and I saw what He saw – and began jumping up and down doing that little dance in your chair thing! Oh yeah Lord, now we are rocking and rolling!!!)
I love Deborah Ann’s connection. I always imagine her swimming around a pool of love … deep within … spotting a verse … a connection of verses … and then coming up and singing such beautiful sights into her poetry! I read her “posts” (such an ordinary word for such beauty and love) with awe.
So just what was He seeing in Deborah Ann’s comment today?
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Because He showed me how our dog sniffs others bottoms and winkies and lady bits. Other dogs sniff her bottom and lady bits. Our dog also cleans herself (as she must) with her tongue (imagine someone slurping a bowl of broth – really slurping! – that is how our dog cleans herself – constantly!!!). I accept the sniffing as just the norm in dog-world – but the slurping broth sounds (for me) are like fingernails scraped down a blackboard (icon for “shudder”)!!
BUT not only that …
Our dog loves licking her human pets. She and I have established an understanding that her licking me is okay. Once! After that I am a rebellious pet with a fierce dislike of her slobbering. It works. She understands. Yet my lovely “partner in life and love” barely notices the minutes (minutes!!!!) of licking our dog gives her knee, her hand, her face, her foot, her knee, her hand, her face her foot … ! Now that is REALLY fingernails scraping down a blackboard for me (icon for “shoot me now I cannot stand it!”).
BUT not only that …
Then my lovely “partner in life and love” quite happily snogs me! And expects ME to snog HER! The horrendous cycle of sin is complete: dog sniffs bottoms and winkies and lady bits … dog indulges in broth slurping cleaning of same body-parts … requirement to stay married and “snog snog snog” … cycle now complete:
Dog stuff sin is NOW ON MY FACE!!
“All I can say to all of this is . . . I am glad I don’t own a dog . . . deaf or not. But, perhaps one that lost its smeller might work for me!!! All this talk about smelling the posterior of another living thing makes me think how the aroma of our sin must be an awful, disgusting and obnoxious odor to God!”
What He poked so beautifully and lovingly this morning was this:
”When it comes to sin, Paul, I am not you. I am your “partner in life and love” (He used her real name). I took that sin: Then … Now … Always.
You worry about sin. You hear fingers scraping down the blackboard. You think about the stench of sin. The excrement of sin. The stain of sin. It disgusts you. It makes you rear back from Me. You try and wipe it off you. You moan and whine and blather on and on and on … Sin this, sin that, sin sin sin always sin!
I am your “partner in life and love”. I do not see sin in you. I do not smell it on you. You are not stained by sin. You are not touched by sin. You are perfect for Me. Then. Now. Always.
Remember Steve’s ducks? (Steve Rebus, iChristian: “No Walls Can Confine You”: http://steverebus.com/2014/08/13/no-walls-can-confine-you/)
That’s what “fingernails down a blackboard” and “sin” do to you all – so often – so much of the time.
I do not see what you see, nor smell what you smell, nor am disgusted in the slightest. It is in your imagination. Not Mine.
Maybe if you could get that through your wonderfully dense head – then you gorgeous ducks would waddle less and fly with Me. That is what you were created to do. That is where you belong. That is why “sin” is your barbed wire. Your “unworthy”. That is why you hold Me back – push Me away – keep Me at a distance. Sin gets in the way. That is what the cross was about. That is what the cross removed. Please don’t keep putting it back between us. I took it from you so that we could be as One. But every time you “fingers down the blackboard” with sin you keep putting it back – between us. Why?
Now … write Me right … you lazy boy!”
I love it when He cuffs me around the head … does that “shnuzzly thing” in my hair … and we just kind of hang out together!