[Faith-talk] pet passing
Kendra. Schaber
redwing731 at gmail.com
Sat Aug 23 21:00:50 UTC 2014
Hi all!
My boyfriend lost his favorite dog last spring. Tovar, an awesome loving boxer had to be put down because he was old and got a degeneritavite joint deseaze that caused him so much pain that he could hardly walk. I wasn't present at the vet but I got to say my good-by and had to let my boyfriend's hair down by playing a couple of fun games of bowling. I believe that Tobar is now in the Summer Lands; Pagan Heaven. Reincarnation is a big belief in some Pagan groups. Some Pagans believe in more than one life on earth. I am one of them. I believe that when anyone dies, you celebrate their life and look out for paranormal activity since that will be that spirit letting you know that they made it and that they are fine. My Grandmother passed away a few weeks ago. Two Sundays ago, after her service, my grandmother's spirit knocked over a flower pot and made a secont flower pot explode.
Kendra
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> On Aug 23, 2014, at 1:32 PM, Ericka Short via Faith-talk <faith-talk at nfbnet.org> wrote:
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> How have you grieved for your guide dog or pet? I just put down my dear Shelby after 13 years of loving and faithful companionship. She didn't want to go and fought the anesthesia. She was still awake when the vet put the other medication in her vein. It was so sad. I didn't want o do it, but she was quickly dying of kidney disease. She wasn't eating or drinking anymore and I couldn't focus on the move to an apartment or her brother kitty. I wish she would have made the move, but I know she wasn't strong enough to do so. I also think Shelby was half dying of heartbreak. This sounds odd for an animal whom people think has no soul. I am convinced she did have a soul and wanted to live longer. I think she wanted to live to see my ex husband and I get back together. All she wanted was to see her "daddy". She was so happy to see him when we went to the vet. We both cried so much it was incredible! He always thought she was "my cat" but we are all convinced she worried more about me because she was right there when the EMTs had to come after a seizure. My ex had no physical problems requiring that so she worried less about him.
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> What do others think? My mother is going to help me make a scrapbook of her life with pictures, poems, written tributes, etc. She was the life of every party as the feline door greeter. I know she is in heaven with Jesus and all the other kitties I've cared for over the years that have passed away. I know it was "just a cat" as some think, but some of her attributes make me consider reincarnation of sorts. I think she might have been the reincarnation of a grandma I never really got to know. Grandma Johnson died over 30 years ago.
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> Ericka
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> 1. A couple lines from a commentary I was reading this morning.
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> 2. Please pray (RJ Sandefur)
> 3. Re: Please pray (Christine Olivares)
> 4. Daily Thought for Friday, August 22, 2014 (Paul)
> 5. Re: Please pray (Linda Mentink)
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> Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 08:42:47 -0800
> From: "Poppa Bear" <heavens4real at gmail.com>
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> Subject: [Faith-talk] A couple lines from a commentary I was reading
> this morning.
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> Here are a few lines that struck me regarding the Love and far reaching
> grace of Christ.
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> , "He who sees beneath the surface, and beyond the
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> present, beholds His sheep where men can only see wolves. He sees an Apostle
> in the blaspheming Saul, a teacher for all generations in the African
> Augustine while yet a sensualist and a Manichee, a reformer in the eager
> monk Luther, a poet-evangelist in the tinker Bunyan. He sees the future
> saint in the present sinner, the angel's wings budding on many a shoulder
> where the world's burdens lie heavy, and the new name written on many a
> forehead that as yet bears but the mark of the beast, and the number of His
> name. And the sheep whom He sees while He speaks are not only the men of
> that generation. These mighty words are world-wide and world-lasting. The
> whole of the ages are in His mind. All nations are gathered before His
> prophetic vision, even as they shall one day be gathered before His judgment
> throne, and in all the countless mass His hand touches and His love clasps
> those who to the very end of time shall come to His call with loving faith,
> shall follow His steps with glad obedience." Alexander McLaren commentary on
> , the Gospel of John
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> Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 14:59:58 -0400
> From: "RJ Sandefur" <joltingjacksandefur at gmail.com>
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> Subject: [Faith-talk] Please pray
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> Dear List, I just found out that my Aunt Dorris had a masive stroke, and her left side is paralized. RJ
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> Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 15:02:08 -0400
> From: Christine Olivares <rafael4490 at gmail.com>
> To: RJ Sandefur <joltingjacksandefur at gmail.com>, "Faith-talk, for the
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> RJ,
> I?m so sorry. I know this can be difficult, but know that God is in all of this. I will definitely pray.
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> God bless,
> Christine
>> On Aug 22, 2014, at 2:59 PM, RJ Sandefur via Faith-talk <faith-talk at nfbnet.org> wrote:
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>> Dear List, I just found out that my Aunt Dorris had a masive stroke, and her left side is paralized. RJ
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> From: "Paul" <oilofgladness47 at gmail.com>
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> Subject: [Faith-talk] Daily Thought for Friday, August 22, 2014
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> No folks, this isn't the second daily thought for the day. I just made a mistake earlier. Anyway I hope that you are all doing well, no matter what time of day it is or time of day where you live in this world.
>
> Today we're going to do a bit of a trip with our contributor, Daniel Duncan of Phoenix, Arizona. His piece is entitled "Alone" and is rendered as follows:
>
> Nothing beats how close I feel to God when I'm sitting by myself on a mountain in the High Uintas Wilderness in northern Utah. Just me, the mountain, and God. There's a peace and serenity about it I can't describe. After all, I thought as I started up a mountain one July day last summer, none of us is ever really alone. God is always nearby.
>
> I'd taken this trail twice before, but both times I had to turn back due to bad weather. The trail crosses a mountain pass at 12,400 feet, just below King's Peak, connecting the dots of other trails I'd hiked, so the rocky ground was familiar.
>
> I hiked four days over the pass and down into the basin beyond. Sometimes I enjoyed the company of others for a while, but soon enough I was on my own again. On the fourth night I set up my tent by a lake and gazed at the stars. Tomorrow I'll check out that chain of lakes, I thought as I drifted off to sleep. I'd heard bull moose were known to drink from them and hoped to get a picture.
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> As I was coming up over the pass the next day it started to rain. Just have to be more careful, I thought, spiking the ground with my hiking staff. I stepped onto a wet rock and slid forward too quickly to break my fall. My left knee came down on a sharp rock. "Ow!"
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> My whole kneecap felt like it was torn loose. I couldn't stand. Not even with my staff tied like a splint around my leg. God had felt so close last night when I lay beneath the stars. Now in the light of day I found myself wondering how He would ever get me off this mountain.
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> I dragged myself backward, sitting on my rear and pushing myself with my hands on my one good leg. I set up my tent and shoved my gear inside. At least my knee doesn't hurt that much as long as I don't try to stand, I thought, reaching for my water bladders. "Oh, no!"
>
> They'd come open as I dragged my pack over the rocks and now they were nearly empty. "Okay," I told myself. "Sooner or later someone will come to the trail and help." And God will stay with me while I wait.
>
> Two days later nothing had changed. I was still completely alone without much food and no more water. Time was up. If I stayed here I'd just get weaker and more dehydrated. Early next morning I gathered my strength. I scooted my way up to a high vantage point and scanned the basin below. A small pond sparkled a few miles away. I stuffed my fanny pack with my two water bladders, a filter pump and a couple of energy bars. I summoned some courage and started down the mountain, using my hiking staffs to guide me between the rocks and scrub brush, pushing my bad leg out in front of me.
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> It was late in the day when I reached the pond. I drank as much water as I could and filled my water bladders to brimming. I'll just follow the route I took down here, I told myself as I started off backward up the mountain, looking over my shoulder to get my bearings. Push my hands straight down at the shoulders, lift my behind, push back a few inches with my good leg. And again. And again. All night long I continued this routine, with only the full moon to light my way. When the sun came up I still hadn't made it back. I took a wrong turn, I thought. This isn't the trail I set my tent on. How will I ever find it again? I couldn't do anything for the day except rest.
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> At sunset I curled up on a rock for warmth. I gazed hopelessly at the ground around me: a patch of scrub, some rocks, the outline of the mountain trail. "God, I don't know how I got myself into this predicament, but I can't get myself out of it. Please, please help me!" I called out to Him until I fell asleep.
>
> The next morning I woke to the feel of the sun on my face. Where am I? This wasn't the place I'd gone to sleep. That patch of scrub I'd studied the night before was gone, and so were the rocks. The mountain sloped at a completely different angle. I couldn't have moved anywhere, I thought. I could barely move when I was awake, much less in my sleep.
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> I rolled to my left. Someone sat nearby looking out over the basin. Where had he come from? Had this person somehow moved me during the night?
>
> I struggled to sit myself up so I could speak to the stranger. But the spot where he'd been sitting a moment ago was empty. Was the sun playing tricks on me? Was I seeing things? Looking around for an explanation, I realized where I was: back on the trail I'd lost!
>
> Now I'll be found for sure, I thought. Why I had such absolute confidence, I didn't know. I was still alone and injured, but I set off with new strength toward my tent. The rain started again, and before it could dampen my spirits I spotted four men on horses coming over the ridge.
>
> "Hello!" I called. "Help! Please help!"
>
> The men on horseback were sheepherders. They only spoke Spanish but understood I needed help. The largest shepherd picked me up in his arms--probably much the way he would carry one of his sheep--and carried me along the trail to my tent. The others filled my water bladders. They assured me they would come back. I collapsed in my sleeping bag and slept.
>
> A troop of Boy Scouts coming over the pass woke me. "Am I happy to see you guys!" I told them.
>
> One of the troop leaders had a cell phone. "I'll have to climb up to the pass to get a signal." My ordeal was coming to an end. After days of solitude I was surrounded by people. The shepherds returned to check on me, the scout leaders listened to my story, and the boys kept me company till help could arrive. By afternoon paramedics had loaded me into a helicopter.
>
> At the hospital the doctor explained that the sharp rock had severed the patellar tendon in my leg. I would need surgery to walk again. "And no hiking for a while!" he said.
>
> So many people played a part in my rescue: the doctors, my physical therapist, the paramedics, the sheepherders, the Boy Scouts, but they never would have found me if not for that mysterious stranger I'd glimpsed on the mountain. The one who brought me to the right trail at just the right time for me to be discovered. Thanks to him, I was brought closer to help, closer to rescue and, most of all, closer to God. He could only have been an angel.
>
> And there you have Daniel's article which I trust made you a little more aware that God takes care of each and every one of us, even at times when we don't realize it.
>
> This story reminded me of an incident that occurred while I was in China. Halfway between the cities of Xingjiang and Harbin in the northeastern part of that country, our train stopped so that we could take a look at some ancient ruins. Well, my sighted guide Ed and I wandered off by ourselves and, before we knew it, we were out of sight of the rest of our group. Wouldn't you know it, but a lady from Portland Oregon originally came along and, seeing our predicament, directed us back to our group. It was not only fortunate that she came along at just the right time, but that she spoke English, as my Mandarin Chinese was extremely limited.
>
> And now may the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob just keep us safe, individually and collectively, in these last days in which we live. Lord willing, tomorrow there will be another daily thought article for you. Your Christian friend and brother, Paul
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> Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 19:26:45 -0500
> From: Linda Mentink <mentink at frontiernet.net>
> To: RJ Sandefur <joltingjacksandefur at gmail.com>, "Faith-talk, for the
> discussion of faith and religion" <faith-talk at nfbnet.org>
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> I'm praying for her, and for you, too.
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> Blessings,
>
> Linda
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> At 01:59 PM 8/22/2014, you wrote:
>> Dear List, I just found out that my Aunt Dorris had a masive stroke,
>> and her left side is paralized. RJ
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> Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 21:25:10 -0700
> From: debby phillips <semisweetdebby at gmail.com>
> To: RJ Sandefur <joltingjacksandefur at gmail.com>, "Faith-talk, for the
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> RJ, so sorry to hear about this. Will be praying. blessings,
> Debby
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> "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me". Philippians 4:13
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