Well, God is like a polar bear, and I'm a grisley. The only place we would ever meet or fight, is in a zoo, where the keeper with the keys passed too close to the cage...OR, if there is a woman involved!!
I remember on the farm when my dad and an uncle both incited our two wonderful (and peaceful) dogs to a fight that almost went the ultimate distance. Remember that most animals have no ways to compete other than fighting. They don't play tennis or chess, they don't debate, and they don't do desert island game shows. So there is no score card of absolute value. Just the fight: only the fight.
So they fought. They fought for their masters, or for the valuation by their masters. Perhaps it was the masters that were fighting, like the Romans did--through their slaves...without needing to risk any of their own blood--only their status.
Anyway, they fought till they could barely crawl. I remember it well. They fully recovered and they lived as friends, and with unmistakeable joy. Our dog got hit by a car near our country school, which fronted on a highway. I don't remember what happened to the other "Blacky"
You're probably wondering why I brought this up! I guess it is to say that God has no beef with me, nor I with God. I don't think God can even play tennis! <gg> |
