It’s better to stagger into Heaven, bouncing your bruised butt on the rocks of “The Way”, than to live in lavish peace of mind.  The first is keenly aware of the urgency of the Gospel.  The second leaves all that “stuff” to the holy folk. 

Beware sleep!  Dreams may have kinship to reality,  but the reality of dreams is more like a Picasso painting.  Wake up!  He’s about to split the heavens!

He can’t explain why he won’t do holy.  He knows he falls into that category of “dog”.  Anger burns beneath the surface.  He’s expecting so much more of himself.

A dog is just a dog.  You won’t make one President.  He won’t lay cement.  He won’t go shopping for the household needs.  He can’t take out a loan, or make a single payment.  He’s just a dog.

But he’s your dog.  You love him like he’s one of your children.  You take him to the doctor when he gets a cough.  You think of him often and provide for his dog needs.  He’s part of the family.

I don’t write this to excuse sin.  I write this to remind the weak that there is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.  And there is the least.  These people are real.  They will exist.  All I can do is encourage others to keep diggin!