Western religion, as explained by my dog.

(Please note that the dog is significantly cuter than he is smart. Although he cannot actually read, write, or speak, we believe he is Jewish. Yes, we anthropomorphize the dog to a problematic degree. We are in our mid-late thirties and childless. Shut up.)

Translated from the Dog by my husband.

The New Testament god is like a party god. “Water? That’s boring. Let’s make it wine!” “Who wants fish? take as much as you want!”

The Old Testament god is like, “Oh, you’re trapped under siege in this temple? Okay, but I am gonna need you to keep that lamp lit.”

We don’t get the god we deserve, we get the god we need right now.

Happy winter festivities, y’all.

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  1. When my dog is done delving into the deeper spiritual issues, she lays on the kitchen floor and stares at the floor vent. Perhaps there’s a connection.
    Happiest of festivities to you and yours!

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