Praying for the Poor Paralyzed Puppy
THE LITTLE DACHSHUND LOOKED SO FORLORN sitting in the shade all alone. It looked as if it were going to cry, if dogs could shed tears. Normally cute little Harley greets me with loud barking and bared teeth while snarling maniacally, the result of too many school children teasing him in his younger days.
Fortunately for me and all of Johnson City’s humanity, my mechanic keeps the miniature monster in a dog kennel so as not to kill any errant raccoons. Or mountain lions. I asked Mechanic Tim why his darling little vicious pet was so depressed. “Well, he was running across our lawn the other day and his back legs stepped into a hole. Now both are paralyzed.”
Dunkirk and the Missed Miracle
I recently saw the excellent film Dunkirk yet was saddened when I learned the filmmakers got everything right except for the true hero of the story.
It wasn’t necessarily the selfless citizens who risked lives in their personal boats to bring back the hundreds of thousands of troops stranded on the beach as the Germans advanced; it wasn’t even the brilliance of the commanders who strategized the rescue; it was something, someone, bigger than all that.
According to “Anglican Ink” author, John Willans: When Britain was close to defeat during the 2nd World War, and the entire British Army was trapped at Dunkirk, in desperation King George the 6th called for a National Day of Prayer to be held on 26th May 1940. In a national broadcast he instructed the people of the UK to turn back to God in a spirit of repentance and plead for Divine help. Millions of people across the British Isles flocked into churches praying for deliverance.
Two events immediately followed:
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