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The Empty Tomb

31 Mar

That is not the same tomb that I ate a few days ago. That one was made of squishy newspaper and chicken wire.

I would never eat a rock. Who do you think I am, anyway?

This is supposed to be the tomb they buried Jesus in? Why would they bury him in a rock?

Yeah, I guess it would be hard to steal him out of a big, rock tomb when a humongous rock covered the entrance.

But who would want to? Why would anyone want to steal a body?

Jesus what? He told people he would be killed and after three days he would rise again?

So the elders, chief priests and scribes wanted to seal Jesus in so his disciples couldn’t steal his body and say he had risen?

But what if Jesus was telling the truth? Wouldn’t He be stuck inside that big rock tomb? What would He do then?

Okay, I’ll listen to the rest of the story.

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Jesus died on the cross on a Friday, and on Sunday Mary Magdalene and some of the other women who had followed Him went to His tomb. They found the stone rolled back from the door of the tomb.

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So Jesus snuck out right through the front door.

I am listening.

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Mary Magdalene ran to tell Peter and John, two of Jesus’ disciples, that they didn’t know where Jesus’ body had been taken. Peter and John ran to the tomb and only found the linen cloths that Jesus had been buried in. So they left and went back to their homes.

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Does that mean Jesus had to go and knock on their doors?

I’m listening. I just wanted to know.

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When Peter and John left, Mary stayed behind weeping. She looked into the tomb and saw two angels in there. The angels asked her why she was weeping and Mary said, “Because they have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid Him.

After she said this, Mary turned around and saw Jesus, but she thought He was the gardener. She said to Him, “Sir, if you have carried Him away, tell me where you have laid Him, and I will take Him away.”

Jesus said to her, “Mary!”

Mary finally realized this was Jesus and was overjoyed.

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Did Jesus look for a place to hide after that so he wouldn’t be killed again?

Yes, I’m listening.

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Later, when the disciples were hiding behind locked doors for fear of the Jews, Jesus appeared to them.

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He went right through the locked door? Does that mean He could have gotten out of that tomb even if the door wasn’t rolled away?

That would make it easy for Him to hide so he wouldn’t be killed again.

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Jesus won’t be killed again. God raised Him from the dead so that He will have everlasting life. And you can have everlasting life too if you declare Jesus as Lord and believe that God raised Him from the dead.

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I’ve just got one question.

Can you make the next empty tomb out of bread please?

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Posted by Bongo on March 31, 2013 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

Tags: Christianity, dogs, Easter, God, Jesus, Lord, Mary Magdalene, Peter, Pets, resurrection

The No Sign

30 Mar

When I take my person through the dry wash on my trails we come to a place that has signs on the trees. That first word on the sign is “No” and I know what that means. I have no idea what the second word means. It’s one of those big words that people use that doesn’t make sense to me.

But I already know that I don’t like that word No. I hear that word too much at home when I’d rather hear Yes. Just once I’d like to hear, “Yes, you can eat the cat food that Scratchy left,” or “Yes, it’s okay to hang out on the couch,” but no, I never hear those things.

Since I don’t like the first word on that sign, the other word is probably bad too. So I’m ignoring it.

But my person says I’m not allowed to go past those signs. She says the other side of those trees is no longer my trails and it’s someone’s private property.

I don’t get it. It looks like my trails to me. There’s a house way up on a hill, but there’s nothing down here.

Don’t those people realize that these are my trails and they’re lucky that I don’t bring all my dog friends and have a party here?

But my person seems to think I should honor those signs. She, of all people should realize that these are my trails.

Since I can’t convince my person and she won’t let me go past those signs, I’ll just handle it another way.

See who gets the last word in now.

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Posted by Bongo on March 30, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Hiking, No Trespassing, Pets, private property, Trail

Name that Trail

29 Mar

One of my trails that I take my person on a lot doesn’t have a name. That’s because it’s not an official trail.

As far as I’m concerned it’s official, but it’s kind of nice because it’s almost private.

But I’ve been thinking, that trail really needs a name.

My person must have been thinking the same thing because today we found a broken rock on the trail and she thought Broken Rock Trail would be a good name.

She even tried to get me to pose by the rock to make it official.

I’ve got to think of another name quick. Broken Rock sounds so stupid. I mean, somebody accidentally stepped on that rock and broke it and now it’s going to be the name of my trail?

I don’t think so.

I thought and thought – as much as a dog brain can think – and finally I came up with it.

Here it is! The official name for my trail.

Good Sniffs Trail it is.

I bet all the dogs will want to visit it now.

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Posted by Bongo on March 29, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Hiking, Pets, Trail

Flower Power

28 Mar

It’s that time of year again. When my person is the slowest hiker in the world because all she seems to do is take out her camera.

And when I think she’s finished and we can start moving, she takes it out again.

There are some flowers that bloom around here called Indian Paintbrush. They’re pretty hard to miss when you walk by.

I’ve been lucky though. None of them grow on the trails we usually walk on, and I can usually distract my person when we walk by the ones near our trail so she doesn’t notice them.

But you know what those Indian Paintbrushes did?

They smuggled a couple of them right onto my trail and hid them under a Manzanita bush. But even hidden they’re hard to miss because of their bright color.

And my person noticed them.

And then she noticed that those other ones were in bloom. Those ones I told you about that she usually doesn’t notice.

So she had to go off of our trail and get her camera out. And of course she dragged me with her.

But I discovered something about those flowers.

The bushes around those flowers – the ones they tried to hide those paintbrushes under – have some really good smells in them.

I hope my person stays here and takes pictures for a long time.

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Posted by Bongo on March 28, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Hiking, Indian Paintbrush, manzanita, Pets, Photography, Trail

The Best Smells

27 Mar

Yesterday I told you about a smelly tree that I have to pass on the way to my trails. My person said that tree was probably trying to attract bees, but it wasn’t doing a very good job. I didn’t find a single bee around that tree.

I left the tree and went on to sniff much better things on my trails. Things that have messages attached so I can tell what my dog buddies have been up to.

And while I was sniffing I learned something new.

Bees must be kind of like dogs. They don’t like those smelly trees either.

They seem to like the bushes with the interesting smells too.

Although I stopped smelling this particular bush when I heard the buzzing sound.

This bee was on the busy side, and I didn’t want to disturb him.

Getting on the wrong side of a bee is kind of like getting on the wrong side of a cactus.

I’ll go find another bush to sniff.

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Posted by Bongo on March 27, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Bee, Pets, smells, sniffing, Trail, Tree

What’s that Smell?

26 Mar

The last few days there’s been a strange smell on the corner of my street. I smell it every time I walk by there to get to my trails.

It’s not like the smell of my favorite rock. I drag my person over to this rock every day when go near it. You see, it’s not quite on our path, but it ‘s worth going out of the way for.

No, this strange smell isn’t anything like my message spots. It’s kind of a girlie smell, but not like any girl I’d want to hang out with.

It smells sort of like perfume, but I sure hope none of my girlfriends wear perfume like that. I prefer a good old strong dog scent to that smell.

My person says the smell is coming from this tree and the tree is probably trying to attract bees.

If bees like the smell of that tree there’s got to be something wrong with them. I mean, who would want to go after that smell?

But maybe those bees are smarter than I thought.

I don’t see any of them hanging around this tree.

They probably found something that smelled much better.

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Posted by Bongo on March 26, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: bees, blossoms, Fragrance, Perfume, Pets, Photography, Tree

The Tomb is Really Empty Now

25 Mar

Hey person, Scratchy’s getting into the Easter eggs.

What?

I am not.

I am not trying to cover up for what I did.

What did I do?

Oh that. Well, it smelled like food to me.

So I ate it.

It was a what?

You’re making an empty tomb for Easter? The tomb that Jesus left?

Aren’t tombs made out of rocks or something?

Person, if you’d carved that tomb out of rock I wouldn’t have eaten it. So it’s all your fault.

But don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.

Look.

I’m cleaning up the mess I made on the floor.

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Posted by Bongo on March 25, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Easter, Easter egg, Empty tomb, Jesus, mischief, paper mache, Pets, Tomb

Feet and Bread

24 Mar

English: The Last Supper (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today is the beginning of what week?

Holy week? I haven’t been digging any holes lately.

Maybe it’s all those ant holes that I’ve seen popping up lately.

What do you mean it’s not that kind of holes? What other kind of holes are there?

Okay, I’m listening.

Today is Palm Sunday and I told the story of that last year?

I did?

Oh yeah. That’s when Jesus came riding on a donkey and everybody waved palm branches and shouted Hosanna.

But you said it’s a whole week. Did Jesus ride on a donkey all week?

I am letting you tell the story. I’m just asking questions to get you going.

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Jesus shared the Passover meal with his disciples later in the week.

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Food? This story is about food? I’m all ears!

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In those days the people wore sandals and their feet would get very dirty on the dusty roads, so the lowliest servant would normally wash the feet of those sitting down for a meal. But this time Jesus got up, wrapped a towel around his waist, and began washing the disciple’s feet.

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Why would Jesus wash their feet? Shouldn’t somebody be washing His feet?

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That’s what Peter thought and he said to Jesus, “You shall never wash my feet.”

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That means there’s extra water left in that foot washing bowl. I bet dirty foot water tastes good.

I am listening.

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Jesus told Peter that unless He washed him, he would have no part with Jesus.

And when Jesus had finished washing the disciple’s feet He told them to do for each other what He had done for them.

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I’ll lick the disciple’s feet any time. I bet those feet smell really good.

Yes, I’m listening.

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While they were eating, Jesus told the disciples that one of them would betray Him. The disciples didn’t know what He meant and one by one they said, “Surely not I?”

Jesus said, “It is the one to whom I will give this piece of bread to when I have dipped it in the dish.” He dipped the bread and gave it to Judas Iscariot.

As soon as Judas took the bread, Satan entered into him.

Jesus told Judas, “What you are about to do, do quickly.”

Judas left, but the rest of the disciples had no idea what he was doing.

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I can’t figure Judas out. Why would he leave before they were done eating?

He was going to what? Betray Jesus? But couldn’t he have done that after dinner?

Okay, I’ll listen.

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While they were eating Jesus took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to the disciples, saying, “This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me.

And after supper He took the cup, gave thanks and offered it to the disciples, and said, “This is my blood of the new covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins.”

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You aren’t stopping now, are you person? I want to hear the rest of the story.

What do you mean I’d fall asleep if you talked too long?

No I wouldn’t. I’m just waiting for Jesus and the disciples to leave. I want to see if they left any food behind.

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Posted by Bongo on March 24, 2013 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

Tags: Christianity, dogs, Holy Week, Jesus, Judas Iscariot, Last Supper, Passover, Peter, Pets, Satan

Followed

23 Mar

Spring weather has hit and my person had her camera out – again.

We saw lots of dogs on my trails and I was the only one who had to take my person on a leash. I guess those other dog people are better trained than my person is, because they seem to stay pretty close to their dogs.

Well, my person kept trying to avoid all those other dogs. I don’t think she trusts me to protect her from them. I don’t know why she thinks that. I’m good at giving those dogs what for.

But we had to go off this way and that way – on trails we hadn’t planned on going on – just to avoid all those other dogs.

Except for the first dog we met. We were walking faster than that dog and his people so one of the dog’s people picked him up while we walked by. Did I mention he was a little dog?

When we headed back I decided to take my person into the wash. We usually have the wash to ourselves, except for the birds. Hardly any people and dogs go there.

A hawk flew by and landed in a tree. We backtracked so my person could try to get close enough to get a good picture. But we never did get close, so you’ll have to search hard for that hawk.

And the reason we didn’t get close was because that first little dog and his people were right behind us. In the wash that hardly anybody goes in. So we turned around and went back the other way.

We left the wash and headed back on the trail, and you know what happened? That little dog left his people and followed us. He probably knows I’m a famous blogging dog and wanted to meet me.

So now I have a new friend. And he smells pretty good too.