Good Morning Digital Neighbors & Friends! Hello Refugees, Phamily & Triggeratti! Happy Tuesday Early Birds & Dawn Patrol, Later Dayers, Day Walkers, Fascinating People, Conversants, Lurkers and all of you Beautiful Bigots! A post across all of my intentional communities as I say goodbye to Jackson later today. He is still able to walk over to the vet and we will be headed there one last time. The walk back will be heavy, but grateful.
I wanted a small black & white female dog, but I trusted the dog trainer who also worked at a kennel that told me about a dog that would be a perfect fit. He was right. To have a dog I could trust to walk beside me without running into the highway or run off was the greatest of gifts. To have a dog that was so good with people (sorry UPS guys - there were exceptions) and fit in with our church community was a joy. Few dogs were loved by so many, spoiled so much and given more attention and belonging that dogs cherish so much.
I am sure I will be posting more pictures of him from my phone later today over at Padre's. For now I leave you all with this poem and a few pictures of my dog. Jackson was 4 when I adopted him and it was 9 wonderful years of companionship and love.
Monsignor Jackson Aug 24 2013 - May 10 2022
I DEPEND ON YOU
I depend on you to feed me
substantially each day.
And when I am not sleeping
to know it’s time to play.
I depend on you to pet me
when I nuzzle up your hand.
And accept my sloppy kisses
for the back rubs I demand.
I depend on you to walk with me
several times each day
to limber up our aging bones
that splinter and decay.
I depend on you to squeeze me
quite often ’round my neck
and roughly scratch behind my ears
and give my nose a peck.
But when my happy time is gone
or should you hear me cry . . .
I depend on you to love me most
when it’s time to say goodbye.
Mary Lenore Quigley
No one appreciates the very special genius of your conversation as much as the dog does. - - Christopher Morley
You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you they will be there long before any of us. -
Today marks the three hundred and thirtieth birthday of the Frenchman François-Marie Arouet, better known by his nom de plume, Voltaire (1694-1778).
Born into a bourgeois family during the reign of Louis XIV, the “Sun King” (r. 1643-1715), Voltaire suffered tragedy at a young age when his mother died. Never close with his father or brother, Voltaire exhibited a rebellious attitude toward authority from his youth. His brilliant mind was fostered in the care of the Society of Jesus, who introduced him to the joys of literature and theater. Despite his later criticisms against the Church, Voltaire, throughout his life, fondly recalled his dedicated Jesuit teachers.
Although he spent time as a civil servant in the French embassy to the Hague, Voltaire’s main love was writing—an endeavor where he excelled in various genres, including poetry, which led to his appointment as the royal court poet for King Louis XV. Widely recognized as one of the greatest French writers, and even hyperbolically referred to by ...
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Hey America, keep voting for the DSA and this will happen here, too. Just think about how much virtue signaling cred you will get as you're being physically violated and tortured!!!!

One day there came into the Garden a man in torn clothes badly bruised and cut, who said to the Lover, “In the name of the Beloved I demand your help.”
So the Lover and the Disciple let him in and dressed his wounds and prepared the best of the vegetables from the Garden for him to eat. When his wounds had been dressed and he had eaten and rested the Lover asked him how he had fallen into this plight, to which the man replied, “I was Minister of the Beloved in a city near this place, where I preached His gospel and expounded His doctrine to the people. I pointed out to them how their sins had made them wholly hateful to the Beloved and how therefore they were utterly beyond the range of His love and He would condemn them to eternal torments, whereon some fell into despair and wept bitterly but many were angry. One day the magistrates called me before them and begged me to leave the city and preach elsewhere for they said I had made many people so angry and desperate that they feared there might be a riot and they might not be able to protect me but that I might suffer some injury. I, however, very zealous for the Beloved and believing that the magistrates only feared that their own sins might be proclaimed, preached the more vehemently, denounced the magistrates and made it abundantly clear that the whole wicked city was foredoomed to eternal punishment by the just provision of the Beloved. Whereon a mob, stirred up no doubt by the corrupt and venal magistrates, fell upon me with sticks and stones, nearly killing me and driving me out of the city in the state in which I came to you.”
“My friend,” said the Lover, “this was not a good deed of yours, for besides denying the unfathomable compassion of the Beloved, you have by your obstinacy caused these people to commit a grievous sin, and this cannot be pleasing to the Beloved, that through you who profess to be His minister the people should become worse. Surely you remember that He Himself said, ‘If they persecute you in one city flee to another.’”
Therefore the man was very angry, and cursing the Lover, said, “I see that I have had a very false report of you and I do not believe that you are a servant of the Beloved at all. When I came to you so injured for the Beloved’s sake you set before me only herbs and fruits although the garden is full of birds which you could have killed to make me a worthy meal. I shall proclaim everywhere that you are no true servant of the Beloved but a mere falterer who dares not suffer in the cause of the Beloved. Be sure that you are foreordained to eternal torments who suffer nothing here.”
For the man was so blinded by his own pride that he could not perceive the scars on the hands and feet and the brows of the Lover nor how the cloth beneath the armpits of his tunic was dyed with a red dye. So he went out of the Garden cursing and shouting.
But the Lover looked sad and said, “A man like this does much harm to the cause of the Beloved, for by thus speaking falsely about the Beloved he may bring men to fear Him but none to love Him, and by love alone can any man approach the Beloved.”