Well, it's happened again. An odd random brush with the infinite. So, I'm working third shift lately, okay? My days and nights are all screwed up. So, who's business is it if I'm having a beer at 8:45 in the morning after work but my own right? And, who really cares if I have another beer after that one, and maybe one more around 11 am? But all of that is purely incidental.
In my little corner of the world, I'm fortunate enough to have a neighbor across the street that has 8, or maybe 9 little barking dogs. I don't know if she has a puppy mill, or is raising them for food, but they definitely make some noise.
So now you know where I'm at and what I'm up against every day. It's not glamorous, but it's what I fight with when I'm trying to get a little sleep in the morning in this neighborhood. It's a cacophony out there when all 9 of those little dogs get the other neighbors larger dogs going over some nonsense passerby, or someone coming outside of their apartment. Never mind the guy who is trying to sleep.
Anyway, I'm there in my apartment around 11 am on my third and final beer, finally wound down from a long night of tedious work, and having alread suffered through one 15 minute barkfest. So, I'm being loudly proclaiming in my apartment, "Oh yes! More barking!" and such nonsense.
When suddenly, I get this loud rapping on my door from someone unknown. I know that none of my immediate neighbors are here, so my "joyous exclamations of barking dogs" hasn't directly offended anyone who really matters.
It turns out to be three unknown people filling up my entire peephole, ragged, pestilent ridden, and unkempt, I still open my door to them to find out exactly what it is that they happen to be knocking so loudly upon my door about.
"We're from the New Life Bible College and we were wondering if you needed any prayer?" They said to me nervously and inexperienced.
I was taken aback at first with their very presence after I'd already been so sarcastic in praising more of the barking from my neighbors dogs that now I have these people asking if I needed prayer at my door.
I said, "No, I think I'm okay today." Mostly wanting to get rid of them so I could return to painting a drawing that I had done earlier. They said okay, and wondered away somewhat beaten. But, almost with an afterthought, still jarred from their audacity to knock so forcefully on my door coupled with the barking dogs across the street I opened up my door to them again and told them, "If you want to say a prayer to shut up these barking dogs, that would be awesome."
One of them said to me, "It's probably because so many of us are walking around in the neighborhood today."
But, after a couple of minutes the dogs stopped barking.
You can interpret this a number of ways of course. You can say, "Oh wow, an answered prayer!" Or, you could just chalk it up to a pure series of coincidence. Further still is the fact that all of the New Lifers got out of the sensor range of the offending yapping dogs at long last.
In my little corner of the world, I'm fortunate enough to have a neighbor across the street that has 8, or maybe 9 little barking dogs. I don't know if she has a puppy mill, or is raising them for food, but they definitely make some noise.
So now you know where I'm at and what I'm up against every day. It's not glamorous, but it's what I fight with when I'm trying to get a little sleep in the morning in this neighborhood. It's a cacophony out there when all 9 of those little dogs get the other neighbors larger dogs going over some nonsense passerby, or someone coming outside of their apartment. Never mind the guy who is trying to sleep.
Anyway, I'm there in my apartment around 11 am on my third and final beer, finally wound down from a long night of tedious work, and having alread suffered through one 15 minute barkfest. So, I'm being loudly proclaiming in my apartment, "Oh yes! More barking!" and such nonsense.
When suddenly, I get this loud rapping on my door from someone unknown. I know that none of my immediate neighbors are here, so my "joyous exclamations of barking dogs" hasn't directly offended anyone who really matters.
It turns out to be three unknown people filling up my entire peephole, ragged, pestilent ridden, and unkempt, I still open my door to them to find out exactly what it is that they happen to be knocking so loudly upon my door about.
"We're from the New Life Bible College and we were wondering if you needed any prayer?" They said to me nervously and inexperienced.
I was taken aback at first with their very presence after I'd already been so sarcastic in praising more of the barking from my neighbors dogs that now I have these people asking if I needed prayer at my door.
I said, "No, I think I'm okay today." Mostly wanting to get rid of them so I could return to painting a drawing that I had done earlier. They said okay, and wondered away somewhat beaten. But, almost with an afterthought, still jarred from their audacity to knock so forcefully on my door coupled with the barking dogs across the street I opened up my door to them again and told them, "If you want to say a prayer to shut up these barking dogs, that would be awesome."
One of them said to me, "It's probably because so many of us are walking around in the neighborhood today."
But, after a couple of minutes the dogs stopped barking.
You can interpret this a number of ways of course. You can say, "Oh wow, an answered prayer!" Or, you could just chalk it up to a pure series of coincidence. Further still is the fact that all of the New Lifers got out of the sensor range of the offending yapping dogs at long last.
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God made the forests, the meadows, the parks;
And, making the dogs, He UNmade their barks!
Then, it just dawned on me, silenced my cheering:
Maybe, instead, I had just lost my hearing.
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