Actions Speak Louder Than Words!!!!!!

Actions speak louder than words. That adage is old but it is still true. What you do communicates your character much more vividly than what you say.

Are you one of those who claims to wear the name Christian, but who never shows it in your life? Do the pople you work with ever suspect your belief? Do the people in your neighborhood or at the local market realize that you are religious-minded? If Christianity were a crime, would there be enough evidence to convict you?


If the answer to these questions is no, you may be like the tree frog who carries a sign that says, "I am red." The fact he is green is not altered by his statement. Being a Christian is more than saying it, it is LIVING it. After all, the best sermon is a sermon in shoes!


Matthew 5:16 "Let your light so shine before men that they may see your good works and glorify your Father who is in heaven"

Pets

I have always been a dog lover. My dad got a collie about the time I was born so I would have a pet around. Lad was not very healthy and only lived till I was about four, and I only have vague memories of him beyond the stories Dad tells.

We next had a solid black mixed breed named Jet. He was a good dog to take into the woods behind our house. He loved to chase rabbits and squirrels, and he always warned us when a snake was around. He was eventually bitten by a snake and did not survive the bout.

When my grandpa started raising beagles, he had an award winning bitch named Bingo. I was given one of her pups when I was about 13. I named her Belle. I loved to hear that little girl bark and she would run all day. As a teenager, I did not pay her as much attention as she deserved, but my little brothers took good care of her. Belle was still apart of the family when I moved away for school.

We have had a few dogs over the years, but for several years we had no pets because we were so busy and away from home for days at a time so often, it would not have been fair to any furry friend.

But about four years ago we took on the task of raising our two youngest grandsons. I think all boys need a dog, so I tried to find out if I could trace out any of the beagle bloodline from my grandfather’s work. The AKC told me they could not give out such information because of privacy matters. That was about the time Katrina and Rita struck the Gulf Coast, and there were lots of dogs in need of a boy or two.

We went to a local shelter and rescued a big yellow lab that we named Buccaneer. He looks a bit like Old Yeller in the Disney movie and he acts about like him too. I have seen the boys tackle him and him tackle them. I have seen them lying on the ground with one’s head on the other’s belly. Buc loves to fetch, especially when we take him to the creek at the back of our neighborhood and throw a stick or a Frisbee in the water. It is exactly as I hoped it would be, for the dog and for the boys!

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