King of the Mountain: Dogs & Jesus

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Shadow-dog atop Laudie-dog’s house, showing everyone who’s King of the Mountain.

When I was a kid in third grade at Wilson Elementary School, we were out in the playground for morning recess. The snow had been plowed into mountains and had since been coated with a crusty ice, making climbing or staying on top of the mountain while playing King of the Mountain an extreme sport. Being game for all things extreme, I climbed right up when no one was looking and was surveying my kingdom but without any situational awareness. Stupid me. I should have learned by now with my previous experience of being shot.

Bam! I was hit from behind by what must have been a locomotive. That hit, right on my spine, gave me a bit of whiplash that lasted for some weeks and put me out like a light for a moment even while I went flying through the air crashing down below. The kid that hit me was standing triumphant atop the mountain ready to take on all comers. I obliged, of course, but without running from a distance, which meant the fight was on. It was a tie. Competition is hilarious. A great learning experience. Situational awareness is good anytime, anywhere, with anyone. It’s not paranoia. It’s a method of deescalating situations. Although roughhousing doesn’t call for deescalation.

Meanwhile, Shadow-dog has a size advantage over Laudie-dog. While Shadow-dog is really smart, he’s still too over-confident and unaware of just how tricky Laudie-dog is. She can manipulate him, taunt him, and not let him get away with anything with ease. She has the wisdom of years. Just when you think you’re King of the Mountain, someone comes along and knocks you off your perch.

But sometimes it’s no longer a game or a mere competition. Sometimes it’s life and death. An all out war. May as well make that perch unassailable, where you are unremovable, where you reign alongside the King of kings, the Lord of lords, the Wonder-Counselor, the Prince of the Most Profound Peace, in solidarity on Mount Calvary with Him who is in solidarity with us, Christ Jesus, who, lifted up and nailed to the Cross draws us to Himself, He being born to die to bring us to life, to give us a chance at participating in the greatest love possible in laying down our lives for our fellow man, being nailed to the Cross of witness to love and truth unto death. Unassailable. Never tricked. Never manipulated. Taunts becoming a blessing. Surveiling all with perfect situational awareness. And unremovable from that cross on that mountain. Because it’s His love, it’s His truth that are important, He always being the same, ever ancient, ever new, always King of the Mountain.

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Filed under Dogs, Father Byers Autobiography, Jesus

6 responses to “King of the Mountain: Dogs & Jesus

  1. I’m glad to hear Laudie-dog is holding her own.

  2. Charlene

    Poor Laudie-Dog! She should just slap that beast into another planet!!!

  3. Best wishes dor a Blessed Christmas and for a grace-filled New Year, Fr. George.

    May you continue to always give flowers to Our Lord’s Mother. I think He likes that very much…as much as His Mother does….perhaps even more.

  4. joisygoil

    Fr. George, I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and that Our Lady tucks you into sleep tonight. When you say your Christmas mass please pray for those who lost loved ones during the Christmas season, and those who are depressed and sick. I know several people who have asked for prayers because they no longer have family which makes the season seem hallow and makes them sad. I believe that your prayers would be like a bolt of healing, shining light to their souls. God Bless! Merry Christmas!

  5. elizdelphi

    Merry Christmas Fr George!

  6. Father George David Byers

    And to ye all

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