THE Easter we had ten Kleenex pups lolloping around the vicarage was the one I played God - and resurrection became a bit more real.
Midnight neared and Tanya, our Labrador, suddenly produced one runt and one plump leggy sausage and then nodded off.
Desperate for my own bed, I piled her into the old Chrysler and drove to the vet, who nudged motherhood with a labour-inducing shot.
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We raced home and Tanya loped into her upended wardrobe maternity unit to promptly drop eight in quick succession.
The runt didn't make it, so that made nine blind sucklings attached to Tanya's pendulous undercarriage, and three hours later, I, successful smug midwife, was climbing the stairs when I realised I'd left my diary in the car.
When I got there the diary was crying - or rather a tenth sausage beside it was.
Tanya hadn't been able to wait, so we christened the foundling Chrysler Avenger after its birthplace.
One week later the pup was dead. Mum had sat on it.
Super vicar sprang into action, applying the kiss of life and cardiac massage to one inert sausage.
Ages crawled by before Miss Avenger suddenly mewled and squealed her protest.
What a kick to give life.
God must get it all the time. He's in charge of life. He made it!
He makes sure that death is not victorious, and that the best is yet to come for those who love him.
Posted by: Nostradamos, Blackburn on 7:19pm Mon 31 Mar 08
Playing god now Kevin..lol,,If your thinking is correct,which i doubt very much,you gave nothing Kevin, your god gave the life,so it would be very sinfull of you to imagine that you have the power to give life,but hey,who cares anyhow.Maybe that poor Hindu lady does,,
Ok,cue James with his breaths...lol
Playing god now Kevin..lol,,If your thinking is correct,which i doubt very much,you gave nothing Kevin, your god gave the life,so it would be very sinfull of you to imagine that you have the power to give life,but hey,who cares anyhow.Maybe that poor Hindu lady does,,
Posted by: Mrs Miggins, Pie shop on 9:04pm Mon 31 Mar 08
[quote]Desperate for my own bed, I piled her into the old Chrysler and drove to the vet, who nudged motherhood with a labour-inducing shot.[/quote]
You intervene with Mother Nature when it suits then eh?
Lazy arse.
Desperate for my own bed, I piled her into the old Chrysler and drove to the vet, who nudged motherhood with a labour-inducing shot.
You intervene with Mother Nature when it suits then eh?
Posted by: simplysimon, burnley on 1:20pm Tue 1 Apr 08
When I talk about Breath, I am talking about you appreciating your Breath of Life. Not my Breath of Life.
I am not recommending Breaths. I don't have to, you are already Breathing. Breathing is already happening. To You.
How much that means to you. I will probably never know. I hope it means more to you than God.
People can still exist without belief in a God. But Nobody can exist without a Breath.
God help Man if he ever had to invent a Breath.
When I talk about Breath, I am talking about you appreciating your Breath of Life. Not my Breath of Life.
I am not recommending Breaths. I don't have to, you are already Breathing. Breathing is already happening. To You.
How much that means to you. I will probably never know. I hope it means more to you than God.
People can still exist without belief in a God. But Nobody can exist without a Breath.
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