Isaiah 55:1-9
Christian
Identity: Trusting the Gift
James
Sledge March 20, 2022
Still Life with Bottle,
Carafe, Bread, and Wine,
When I was twelve years old, my family
moved out to “the country.” It was old family land that had once been a farm.
It had not been farmed in decades, but when we moved out there we were able to
put up a fence so we could have horses. And we didn’t just have horses. We also
had a pair of donkeys named Angelo and Annabelle.
Claude Monet, c. 1862/1863, National Gallery of Art
How it was that we acquired those donkeys probably qualifies as one of those “It seemed like a good idea at the time,” moments. Somehow my father had found out about an elderly woman who had seven or eight of them. I think she was moving into a retirement home, and so she was trying to find good homes for her pets. We took two.
We tried to ride them a few times, with very limited success. They either just sat there, or they threw you off. And so they were little more than novelties or conversation pieces. They weren’t really good for anything. However, they could bray so loudly that you could hear them for miles. And they were quite good at escaping.
Our horses would occasionally get out, but they would normally just eat the grass on the other side of the fence. The donkeys, on the other hand, would go on excursions. I bet I’m one of the few kids who got pulled out of school to go home to help catch donkeys who were trotting down the road and startling drivers.