There is too much genuine wonder imbued by God the creator into the creation to let things spill over beyond even the freest theological reasoning into the new age, but maybe that’s just “cold hearted” me. Where the bible is silent I can’t presume to speak. But — how can I put it delicately enough? — God has a better place for departed saints than to have them schlepping around in animals for a little while. That wouldn’t be an exaltation at all. I’d consider it annoying if it happened to me (hey, I get to eat Alpo now!)
The Power of the Dog
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THERE is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; And when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear. Buy a pup and your money will buy When the fourteen years which Nature permits When the body that lived at your single will, We've sorrow enough in the natural way, |