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.
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.
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