A simple post today composed of photos I took (a rare phenomenon).
The first photo is of Metairie, Louisiana’s only known ice stalagmite that formed on 1/7/14 outside my favorite local Café. For those who think it’s all palm trees and short sleeves here in the deep south, it really did get cold here once.
The second photo is my St. Francis-like youngest daughter’s touching tombstone for her pet goldfish, Fishy. Considering it was a “feeder” goldfish won at our parish fair, I told her that if you tallied its life in human years, it likely lived to the ripe old age of 100. But, as she was still very sad over Fishy’s untimely demise, I told her that in the Heaven nothing good we give to God is lost. So, I said, I think Fishy’s there now because you gave it back to God. Then I almost quoted Peter Kreeft, but refrained for fear of ruining a precious moment. But had I, this is what I would have quoted for her:
Though the blessed [in heaven] have better things to do than play with pets, the better does not exclude the lesser. We were meant from the beginning to have stewardship over the animals; we have not fulfilled that divine plan yet on earth; therefore it seems likely that our right relationship with animals will be part of Heaven: proper “petship”. And what better place to begin than with already petted pets?
Yes, animals don’t have immortal souls, but the immortal God who can make stones shout “Hosanna!” (Luke 19:40) and gives voice to the donkey (Numbers 22:28), who loves everything He has made (cf Wisdom 11:24) can raise Fishy into the Kingdom where love never dies, to wipe away my daughters tears. Such a trite gesture for divine love, maybe, but…
“Blessed be trite forever!” — Ellen Murphy