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The sanctity of all life.

Earlier today, Ren Black posted a blog entry and it got me remembering the past few months. She talked about the sanctitiy of life, and I don’t just mean the unborn babies. That issue never even came up in her entry. I am in full agreement that no matter what life it may be that life is precious. Even a mean old rattlesnake with sharp fangs inside its closed mouth giving one the stare down.  Life is life.

At Christmas time I went to a local exotic pet store and got my son D.J. a couple of hermit crabs and was going to get him a fish except my mom had already went to Wal-Mart and did that. Without any research on preparing the tank or anything like that, she just brought over a bag with fish and everything she was told by the guy at Wal-Mart that we needed. Well the fish couldn’t very well stay in the bag for the time we were to prep the tank and let it stay (instructions said 24 hours), so I had to do a rush job just so the fish would have some place other than the bag to live in. In just a day the tank was full of cloudiness and stank, and when we changed the water, the tank got cloudy again and the fish died.

The guy at the pet store told us what we were missing and decried Wal-Mart because so many of his customers had bought fish there that died without the knowledge of how to take care of them and then came to him. I got a blue Betta.

Since then, Blue Boy died and now we have Red Ray, and of the hermit crabs, Shy Guy died first and then about a month or so ago Braveheart died. For each passing, I got a new hermit crab and now the crab tank has Mr. Activity and Dobie. I let D.J. see each creature’s body go down the toilet and I spoke some words over them whenever it took place. My wife thinks I’m crazy, but then she isn’t real partial to the hermit crabs anyway.

In either case, D.J. really misses Braveheart and looks at Dobie as the next Braveheart since his shell looks similar in design and color to Braveheart’s and he’s a bit bigger than Braveheart was. So sometimes D.J. calls him Dobie and sometimes Braveheart. Even so, he’s still funny about actually handling them. Tehilla has no problems in that whatsoever. The problem with her is keeping her from putting the smaller Mr. Activity into her mouth. My wife doesn’t like when I let her play with them, but she cries if I put them up after spending time with D.J. and I don’t let her see them. In either case, both kids cry when I put them up after play time.

I get upset if I see a squirrel run out in front of me and will hit the brakes in order to make sure he either crosses safely or turns back okay. My wife thinks I’m crazy for that too.

Back in January, I was driving the Taurus I had back late at night from a ministry meeting in Atlanta and a county south of where I live a deer jumped out in front of me and before I could do anything (another car was in the lane beside me and just behind me where I would have crashed into them) I hit the deer.

I had never done that before.

I was just zipping along the highway at the Speed Limit (not over it as everyone else does, but not below because I wanted to be home in bed) at 70 miles an hour and then I hit a deer. If it had been a town road I could have stopped in time. As it is, I’m not real sure just how fast I was going when I hit it as I was pressing my foot real hard on the brake pedal.

Regardless, I had the horror of seeing the animal fly into the air with his legs pointing his feet straight in a direction other than the ground. Then it landed off to the side and my vehicle was still moving. I significantly slowed down, and when I got to a gas station, I saw the damage to the front of the car, but to this day – even in day time traffic – I get real nervous when I pass that area, and I have a fit anywhere else when I see a deer off to the side even if it doesn’t pass in front of me.

And I always wondered if the deer suffered any or died of shock instantly. Too bad there isn’t a hospital for deer set up somewhere.

If push comes to shove, I’ll defend my life over anything coming against me, but as long as I can help it, I will value the life around me and not extinguish it. Life’s just too precious no matter what contains it as life comes from the source: God Himself.

About David James

David James is a man of many attributes: He's a believer in Jesus as the Christ. He's a family man with a wife and two children. He's an entrepreneur with a fledgling business called Beyond the Charts, an Independent Marketer with Manna From Heaven, a writer of both speculative fiction and some spiritual matters. He's a listener of heavy metal with techno, goth, and industrial sounds preferred. He doesn't listen to "Christian radio" and can't stand most "Praise and Worship" music because it comes across so staged and more for entertainment than worship, but he loves the worship coming out of MorningStar Ministries because of the raw intensity of it. He loves scary movies whether it's a creepy ghost story or an intense slasher film, as well as strange humor films, and just loves the spoof films that have come out over the past decade. He thinks Kevin Smith films are very funny, but doesn't care for it when they speak bad of Jesus. His favorite novelist of all time is Stephen King. His favorite sci-fi novelist is Kevin J. Anderson. Other novelists he enjoys are too numerous to mention here. For Spiritual reading he turns to Billy Graham, Mike Murdock, Rick Joyner, John Bunyan, Ellen White, Herbert Armstrong, Martin Zender, and R.A. Torrey. He enjoys financial and self-help books ranging from Dale Carnegie to Zig Ziglar to Donald Trump to Robert Kiyosaki. The one thing that irritates him is when people don't show respect, yet want respect from those they don't show it to.

3 comments on “The sanctity of all life.

  1. I draw the line at snakes. We shoot them upon sight but that is a matter of safety.

    We live 35 minutes from a small hospital and an hour from a larger one. If one of my children were to be bitten, especially Peyton, they could possibly die before we got them to the hospital. It is not a chance I am willing to take.

    There are bears, cougars and coyote here also. Of course there are deer. A nest of tarantulas is a constant entertainment to Peyton but makes the girls scream like…uh…girls. We have seen the larger animals from a distance and hear them but none have entered the area around the house when we could see…thankfully. Usually, if you leave them alone they will leave you alone.

    I do value their life but like you, push come to shove, the critter will have to die. 🙂

  2. lol, I kept waiting to hear how you had a close encounter with a rattlesnake. Good post. Thanks for sharing.

    • Hah-hah! Well, I haven’t actually encountered a rattlesnake yet, but I still get the willies over at the pet store whenever they pull out one of the constricters or other snakes. Eventually I’ll get myself to touch one. As it is, I’m still taking the time to pet Frank the monitor lizard whenever I go over there. He’s really cool. And big. D.J. likes to pet Frank’s tail. We were over there today and I got brave enough to pet his head. Same old Frank: no response and he just stuck out his tongue and flicked it back in. I might get a monitor lizard one day when I can afford the expense.

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