“Have you noticed the girl who brings her dog to church,” somebody asked me.
“No,” I replied. I didn’t respond well to hearing the information. Much public news seems to centre around”It’s all about me” people who do what they want without a concern for others.
The Son of God sheltered among domestic animals (in their home ), a vulnerable, but secure newborn. How do we not welcome a national monster now in the house of the Lord, his home . Yet, a problem may detract from these welcome.
As I understand it, the girl has aged to the point that she hardly can come to worship at our church. The creature has become her power, her source of courage about leaving her home for any use. She’s passed the point of reason about whether her puppy can go where she belongs. If the dog can’t go, then she won’t.
Once I heard about the girl and her dog, many church agencies have occurred, yet I haven’t located her. Someone said she arrives late, just before the beginning of the ceremony, that she sits at the last pew, and that she puts the dog at her feet so as to stand and to clap her hands during the singing parts of the church services.
“From habit, the dog shakes itself only after she puts it in her feet,” someone said. “If you listen carefully, you might hear its small chain and label rattle. Otherwise, you won’t understand, for the dog never makes a noise.”
As in any public place, in a restaurant, in the theater, in your kid’s school play, on a cruise ship, in a plane, owners, supervisors, and members have permitted patrons’ animals. Some do this conditionally. Those animals admitted may not rattle a very small chain and lay quietly in their owner’s feet. Society is becoming ever more political and outspoken, and doesn’t appear to tolerate exceptions. Allow 1 wee puppy in church and the team will risk a problem when dozens of puppies attend church with their owners. What do you believe should be done? #TAG1writer.