one nation under god?

One Nation under God? One nation under God. Which god? The god of ambition, the Internet, porn, reality shows. Which god are we under. This nation was built on freedom to worship as we please. We have used that premise to our advantage. We live with wiccans, atheists, Muslims, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, New Agers, various Indian ways, star gazers, crystal gazers, etc. etc.. etc. Thank God we can worship whatever we want. That leaves the privilege of worshiping Him open and accessible. We started this country with great ideals, that is nothing to be ashamed of. We started this country with religious freedom in mind,(for the puritans only, apparently) something to be proud of. We wanted the privilege of worshiping the true God. Fantastic. But we also made allowances (eventually) for any one with different few points to able to bow down towards Mecca, a crystal rock, a burning cauldron or a totem pole. Though in the beginning the colonists flogged those with different views, similar to the persecution they fled from. Quakers faced persecution when they migrated to America. The first Friends in the New World came in order to spread their beliefs. In 1656 Mary Fisher and Ann Austin did so, and were imprisoned and banished by the Puritans of the Massachusetts Bay Colony. The first Baptists in America were people fleeing religious persecution, seeking freedom of conscience and religious liberty for all persons. Most did not find it in colonial New England. How can we possible pledge allegiance to one nation under God when we have so many to choose from and can't even agree with each other? It's against our constitution to combine state and religion so we can't possibly define what is meant by "God". When the courts took prayer out of our schools, (we can still pray wherever we want, we just can't do it over the public speaker system) they had to take "God" out of the pledge of allegiance. If we were one nation under God school prayers wouldn't be a problem Even alcoholics anonymous, started by Christians, can't reach people with "God".. They refer to a higher power, what ever we choose to be our higher power. They can't consistently say "God". They just hope that God is understood. Coming to America we thought it our duty to wage a holy war with the Indians. The old testament had the Israelites destroying the pagans and overturning their temples. That was under the letter of the law, under the law of the spirit Jesus's last words to us were, Go into the world teaching them in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Where did it mention annihilating them? No wonder the Indians didn't see any difference in our religion compared to theirs. We are a melting pot of idols, melted down and poured into molds of our choosing. We are diverse in our believes and standards. We can't even agree on a president. And once one is voted in we can't back him. Even among Christians there is no agreement. Some believe in a trinity, some don't, some believe once saved always saved, some don't. Some believe in homosexuality, some don't. Some believe in sinless souls, sinful flesh, some don't. Some believe in war, some don't. If they're not against us they're for us, Jesus informed his disciples. It's not important to agree on all the issues. Just agree he's the way, the truth and the life. I'm proud of my country but one nation under God? It doesn't exit. What does exit? One planet under God. We may not all see eye to eye but that isn't necessary for the creator. We are all under his guidance. We are slowly slipping into the fulfillment of His plans. Plans designed centuries ago. They are unraveling like a carpet. No matter what part of the globe you're on. No matter that your country faces east, west, and south or north, you're under God. He's everywhere, he sees everything. He knows everything. Whether you believe he exists doesn't matter. He exists. You'll find out soon enough, not necessarily in time. One nation under God, wrong. One world under God, now that I’ll buy.

Memories

 I put a pen on the shelf by my bed and saw the brush. It was the kind you used shampooing your hair to massage your scalp. It was also the only brush I could use on her. If I came at her with any other brush she'd run, or worse yet if I actually caught her she'd bite me. But with this magical brush she would extend her neck and stick her tongue out as I applied pressure with it to her back. You could almost hear her purr but she wasn't a cat. (At least not in this life, and no, I don’t believe in reincarnation.)

 I cut the treats into thirds. Then I remembered there were only two four legged recipients left. The trio was broken. They had been a trio for thirteen years. The two remaining sets of eyes looked up at me. Why did I pause. "Hurry up and feed us." Their tails wagged fast and furious, they had forgotten her already, or they were stoically bearing their pain.

 I bent over to pick up the towel I dropped and I looked up to her bed. It was empty, except for her blanket. I had expected to see her in it, watching me, waiting for me to open the refrigerator, or reach for a nearby banana. She knew where they were kept, the minute my hand drifted in the direction of food she was off the bed and on her haunches, front paws in the begging position. No one could beg better than her. She did it automatically, I never taught her to beg. I was more than eager to please her, it was fair payment for the pleasure she gave me. She could hear me peel a banana three rooms away and be present in nano seconds.

 I rolled over in bed and reached for her. She wasn't there. I felt around for her, I patted two furry objects, neither one was her, then I remembered. She was sleeping outside, under three feet of dirt, wrapped in two of her blankets. She hated the backyard. We couldn't bury her in the front yard; grave digging at night would arouse suspicions. It's illegal to bury animals on your property. The vet never asked questions when we picked her up at his office the day she fell asleep. He knew our unspoken plans.

 My husband headed for the front door with the two male dogs for the morning walk and asked where She was. It was a habit to make sure she hadn't slipped out the door. (We didn't want her to get lost or hit by a car). A habit built over thirteen years. One we had to stop because we didn't want to remember where she was. (Now she was outside and would never come back in, but she was safe from cars)

She wouldn't go for walks, she'd plant her haunches on the ground and we couldn't pull her twelve pounds of blubber for anything. She did enjoy being carried though; we had a baby papoose we carried her with. What should I do with it now? I don't want to get rid of it. I need it to remind me to cry when I see it. She deserves to have tears shed over her.

 I reach in the cabinet to get my pills and I see her's. There are lots of meds for her. She had allergies, infections, low thyroid, and vitamin deficiencies. She's been cured of them. I no longer spend 5 minutes in the morning doling out her drugs in bananas or other camouflages. I get to work five minutes earlier. I wish I had those five minutes back in the morning; I'd rather be late for work.

 I never want to lose these memories. It's the only way to keep her alive. I plan on filling the hole she left with another puppy. I will love it as much as I loved her, she taught me to love. I don't want the lessons she taught me to be forgotten. I don't want another dog to be abused by falling into the wrong hands, after all, I'm the only person on earth that can pamper a pet just right. I will love again. I'm clinging to her husband and son. They will be following her too soon, but now they are still full of spunk. I try not to picture them lying next to her in the back yard. With life there is hope and i hope they live forever.