Prepare yourselves for one last news blitz about our Lord and Savior Barbaro, as the Kentucky Derby winner and inspiration to millions was put to sleep earlier today. Even though Barbaro and his trainers were from Kennett Square, Chester County, I cannot honestly say that I care even one bit for this majestic animal. However, on the other end of the spectrum, there are folks who care a little too much about our four-legged friend:
I must admit that on hearing the sad news of Barbaro's passing, the only other times that I have felt so empty and so devastated was when President Kennedy was assassinated, and when the World Trade Center Twin Towers collapsed.and:
For eight months I prayed for a miracle for Barbaro. Even last night at 8 p.m. EST I kept praying. To me, Barbaro represented hope in dark times, belief that in God all things were possible including a miracle for a well-loved horse who just wouldn't give up. Yet within the past five days, I learned three times that God does not hear prayers or grant miracles. Barbaro was the third. I've come to the conclusion that "in Him, all things are NOT possible." With respect to Barbaro, the only redemption is that he is no longer suffering.
D-Mac over at Philly Will Do is collecting these precious prayers all week long, so stop over and say hello if you get a chance. It's a hell of a blog to read; unless, that is, you're a raving lunatic disciple of a racehorse.
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3 comments:
I love the second one, nothing says "jackass" better than a horse's death leading to your loss of faith.
i am just completely disgusted that after the horse was dead, they proped him up and staged an action shot! That's terrible! You can totally tell that horse is dead! DIS-GUST-ING.
Ah...this is funny too. Im having a blast learnding about bomb threats and glue...
too soon?
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