Last May, just before my tumor was discovered, we had a wonderful experience that has let Whitley and I to a new understanding of God–as Dog. Whitley was meditating and suddenly saw a dog from his childhood called Quagmire. Quag was always joyous even though he lived under very harsh conditions and was often struck by the father of the family, who had what we now know of as PTSD. But Quag just didn’t have a hating bone or an angry bone in his body. He was made of unconditional love, immediate forgiveness and pure joy.
The second Whitley reported this wonderful vision to me, I had an instantaneous insight: God as Dog. When I told him this, he said, ‘well, I’d need a sign.’ Shortly after, we went out to take a walk and there standing at the curb was a car with a vanity plate: QGMIRE. Whitley agreed, this definitely qualified as a sign, and God as Dog has been a marvelous part of our life ever since.
The next thing that happened was that my tumor was discovered and I had a surgery for it. We went to the Revelations Symposium shortly after that, with me using a wheelchair part of the time. I had the idea that we would say a prayer in Dog–woofing and barking away. Whitley was horrified that people wouldn’t get it, but boy did they ever get it. It was a hilarious, joyous and profoundly sacred moment–right out of Quagmire’s prayer book!
I’m on my way home from the hospital (again!!) on Friday, so, WOOF. (Pray with me, send me a woof back!)
To read my original diary about God as Dog, click here.