Sombre days

We've had a fox take three of our chickens this week.  He is a sly and very determined little beast.  Suddenly Fantastic Mr. Fox, by Dahl, is not as entertaining.  The two hens were a sad loss, but on the Lord's Day, we buried Dash, Cole's prize rooster and it was very sad indeed. 

I am convicted that even if good, earnest, learned men, like Professor Scott, can persuade us to hope that "Death is nothing at all" our souls do not believe it.  Standing over the trench of a small and silly little grave, for a loved animal, it becomes nonsense to euphemize death.  

Death is un-natural.  It was not intended.  We do know it, we just hate it.  

Creation hates it, too.

God hates it even more.

Romans 8: 19-21
For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God.

Revelations 21:5  

And he who was seated on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.

Happier Days at the Lanark County Fair