I'm Into Jesus

Recently I opened a Facebook account. It's a neat way to keep up with family and friends and see newest photos of all. There are blanks to be filled in for political preference, career, favorite reading material, movies, and religion. That's where I hit a snag.

Revealing that you're a Baptist, grew up that way and lo and behold, proud of it, sometimes brings uncomfortable silence for a minute or so, followed by, "Oh. That's, nice." You know very well an episode of Springer is reeling through their mind.

Just like chocolate, there are many flavors of Baptists and our sanctuary was the mild milky kind, unlike the 70% cacao where running, shouting, and an occasional reptile is present.

My Boxer pup, Roxie, is a mix of colors referred to as Brindle. She is as sweet and loving as a lab with a new frisbee but I can't count the number of times people have taken a first glance and said, "Wow, beautiful Pit Bull!" Roxie and I just look at each other.

So back to Facebook. After a moment's hesitation, I heard DC Talk playing in my head and knew the correct answer. The Pit Bull of Saviours. The King of Kings. The 100% cacao Lord of Lords.

"I'm into Jesus."

Goofy, Floppy, Bible in Motion

Roxie is a Boxer puppy and often, a walking, bumbling, goofy, audio Bible, since spending time with her always brings God and His words to my mind.

Walking from room to room I can always count on my canine shadow. If I wake at 3 a.m. and want a drink of water, Roxie rouses from warm puppy sleep and pads to the kitchen beside me. Always placing devotion for me ahead of her own desires, she is a living lesson in dedicated, true love. Oh that I were as dedicated a Christian.