Paradise Lost
On this Friday of the First Week of Lent, I continue my journey through Scott Hahn’s book, Lenten Reflections from A Father Who Keeps His Promises.
When Rudy, our Westie mix, does something wrong, she knows it. Sometimes we arrive home to find a bag of goodies shredded. The instant that Rudy notices that we see the mess, her ears, head and tail droop—her whole body seems to sag—and she crawls toward her crate. The kids find this amusing and sometimes tease her by calling her name in a low, what-did-you-do-now tone: “Rudy.” Just to watch the Walk Of Shame.
I remember growing up, whenever I broke something of my Mom’s—like a vase—my instant reaction (after failing miserably to repair it) was to hide the evidence. And then blame someone else when the crime was discovered.