My son Samuel is a genius. Well, not exactly, but when it comes to food he’s darn resourceful. He has lived within a epic battle with our terrier over snack time. Samuel is just the right size for the dog to snag his snacks away. But yesterday, man outsmarted the beast. Samuel has figured out that he can fit a whole cracker in his mouth. So when he’s handed a snack he only wants one cracker at a time. In his mouth the cracker is safe from the dog. He crams it in and walks off for a while chewing and laughing. When he’s done he comes back for another one.

There are no more tears around snack time anymore, only a hungry dog.

The other day I saw some people that had a shit-poo. Yes, that’s actually the name of a cross breed of dog (shitzu and poodle) -so I’m not cursing. This got me thinking that most of us are denominational mutts when it comes to churches. Most people church shop with no real clue what each denomination means they just go because one serves them better than the other. It’s like choosing between McDonalds or KFC.   

So my question is what kind of church mutt are you?

I’m a method-matic-southern-non-square-ptist.

I was sprinkled into the Methodist church, then my mom went spiritual and dragged me to a charismatic church. Then for most of my life I was raised southern baptist. I worked for a non-denominational church, then a non practicing foursquare. Now I work for a para-church and attend a conservative baptist northwest church.

So what are you? 

In celebration of yesterday’s Westminster Dog show, I give you this:

 Dog Breed Quiz

Follow this link and test yourself to see what kind of dog breed you are.

Me? Well apparently I’m a Saint Bernard.

Take the test and tell us what breed you are in the comments!

“Once a year we go to Austria to hunt with our dogs, and at the end of the day we sit on the verandah and drink a beer. So we thought, my dog also has earned it.” says Terrie Berenden, a pet shop owner in the southern Dutch town of Zelhem, who created a beer for her Weimaraners made from beef extract and malt.

Um. Wow, this is wrong on so many levels.

This raises a deep theological question: What is the SBC’s (Southern Baptist Convention) stance on dogs drinking beer? I mean there’s no place in the Bible (quick! prove me wrong) that says your dog can’t kick one back. Is there?

So what do Southern Baptists do when Fido want’s a cold one?

Any thoughts?

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