When a dog is walking down the street on a leash with with it's master, watching strange metal cages on round rubber feet move toward and away from them, do they stress about understanding? Do they need to understand? How did the hard black ground get there that the cages run on? Does that consume their capacity for thought? Or, are they simply happy in the knowledge that they love their master and vice versa, simply excited at being out for a walk with new smells to sniff?
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This blog is a personal journal about my feelings and views regarding religion and politics, displayed in a public forum with the intention of being read and reflected upon for a better understanding of me and those who are like minded. The Table has traditionally been a place of family meeting, gathering around and sharing of ourselves as well as sharing of food. It was very important in the ministry of Christ and to His disciples (see posts from 3/30/13 & 8/28/14).
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