Some people have them. Others simply don’t get them. 
							Many can’t imagine their life without them. I am the 
							latter. 
							 
							Last night, when I felt the world becoming too big, 
							I took my pups to the park. Making sure no one else 
							was around and they were a safe distance out of 
							harms way, I unleashed them and off they ran. 
							 
							Silas with his gray-ing snout to the ground. Chloe 
							springing about in every which direction, her legs 
							flailing along in excitement. 
							 
							Freedom. That is what freedom looks like. That is 
							what God wants from us. 
							 
							Too often we bog ourselves down with trivial tasks 
							we tell ourselves they must get done. Too often we 
							tell ourselves, “I’ll relax as soon as I get this 
							project done.” 
							 
							Some people can do this. For others, like myself, 
							taking the necessary time to be Adam can be a 
							challenge. If I’m not doing something then I must be 
							doing nothing but anything is better than nothing, 
							and that is something. Or so I’m told. 
							 
							Trying to make sense of life when I haven’t called a 
							time out is like trying to understand that last 
							sentence: painful, exhausting, all while wasting 
							energy that is already depleted. 
							 
							In his book, New Seeds of Contemplation, Thomas 
							Merton articulates in one paragraph about the 
							importance of being what I’ve attempted to say with 
							many words, when he writes:  
							“A tree gives glory to God by being a tree. For in 
							being what God means it to be it is obeying [God]. 
							It “consents,” so to speak, to [God's] creative 
							love. It is expressing an idea which is in God and 
							which is not distinct from the essence of God, and 
							therefore a tree imitates God by being a tree.” 
							 
							You imitate God by being…well… YOU! 
							 
							What I love about watching my dogs run free off 
							their leashes is that they remind me that true 
							freedom comes when we strip down all that binds 
							us—our job, our relationships, our vices, our (fill 
							in the blank).  
							 
							 
							Silas and Chloe know how to be one thing—dogs. They 
							don’t try to impress me with fancy words or clever 
							cards. And yet, in their being dogs, they have a way 
							of knowing what I need: a head on my lap when I’m 
							feeling sad, a push to go have a game a fetch or a 
							long walk when I’m feeling lethargic.   
					 
				 
			 
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							Often I wonder, how did they know I needed that? 
							Perhaps it was because they have no other 
							distractions to prevent them from reading me, 
							sensing and seeing the world around them. 
							 
							I like what author John Grogan said about his dog 
							Marley in his book Marley and Me: 
							“A person can learn a lot from a dog, even a loopy 
							one like ours. Marley taught me about living each 
							day with unbridled exuberance and joy, about seizing 
							the moment and following your heart. He taught me to 
							appreciate the simple things-a walk in the woods, a 
							fresh snowfall, a nap in a shaft of winter sunlight. 
							And as he grew old and achy, he taught me about 
							optimism in the face of adversity. Mostly, he taught 
							me about friendship and selflessness and, above all 
							else, unwavering loyalty.” 
							 
							Today, take time to be you. Nobody else. You might 
							be surprised what God has to say… 
							 
							 
							[Adam Quine, Pastor of First Presbyterian Church 
							in Lincoln] 
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