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Animal Book Author Flayed by Hunter

by Rev. Austin Miles

A Mike Naye contacted me criticizing my book, God and Animals, after only looking at a couple of free paragraphs shown by Amazon, stating that my misguided ramblings about animals come from emotion. Well yeah! Only human beings have emotions. Savages do not.
He criticized me for having compassion for animals…then, he was reminded that, God created the animals FIRST, then humans as an afterthought. That Scripture verse can be found in my book, God and Animals (AMAZON).
Mr. Naye  slammed me for being a vegetarian even though he challenged me with a question after my defense of animals asking if I ate meat and telling me that he did and wore leather shoes.  He also took great offense at my defense of wolves, now in danger by the lifting of the  wolf protection bill by Congress.
Then he aimed a sucker-punch with this statement: “You may be fighting against what God designed us to be, omnivores, but a lot of us God-fearing people do not.  In addition to eating game animals, I also wear leather shoes.  How about you?” He is a superior “God Fearing” man, by golly.
In my book that Mr. Naye criticizes,  God and Animals-What The Bible says About Heaven and Animals- (AMAZON), he will find that, ‘in the beginning’ both humans and animals were vegetarians.  All relevant Scriptures are in my book to verify what I’ve stated to make solid points and hopefully impressions. Everything I’ve said in my book is backed with Scripture Verses.
The critic was angered at my defense of animals, especially as I noted that Trophy Hunting was “sport killing”, in which those particular hunters gain perverted pleasure in doing. How can anyone take pleasure in causing a living creature to suffer?   He then made a point of telling me that, “wolves, by the way, do not just kill to eat but frequently participate in “sport killing”, i.e., just killing for the fun of it.”  This man was not trying to establish dialogue with me, he just wanted to fight.
First of all, animals have the same nervous system as humans. They experience love, fear, anxiety, pain and mental suffering, just as we do. Take your dog or cat to the vet and watch the anxieties appear. When you hit your thumb with a hammer and jump around yelling, just remember that your animal would feel the exact severe pain if it happened to them.
Another reason for my staunch defense of wildlife, including wolves, is because each animal assists in protecting our ecosystem. God put everything together on purpose for a purpose. And God told us through Adam and Eve that we must tend the garden. That would mean also taking care of the animals sharing that garden.
Furthermore, we are to treat all living creatures with respect. I pity the person who has never had a pet. One has never been loved until they have been loved by a dog who gives unconditional love that too many people have never experienced.
We are supposed to care for God’s creation but we do not. We have a way of ignoring too many things and are letting everything, including environment, and even our families, take care of themselves.  As inventor Liza Marie Hart, known as the “female Einstein observed: “When man messes with God’s Ecosystem, we always have a catastrophe.
For information of the book, God and Animals, click this link:  https://www.amazon.com/dp/179099344X
 

SHOOTING STARS

Up out of the Bunker Archives

It was around 2100.  That’s 9:00 O’clock PM if you’re not accustomed to the 24-hour clock.  Household Six and I were cruising Southbound on Interstate 77 nearing the Virginia, North Carolina border on a grandbaby-spoiling mission.  Stars filled the sky and traffic was light.  I was admiring the view when a bright blue-white streak of light and sparks exploded across the sky.  It’s been a while since I’ve seen a shooting star and this one appeared to streak right through the dream catcher hanging from the rear view mirror.  An amazing site only visible for a fraction of a second.  For all I know it was burning space junk, but it had the power to transport me to a different time.
It was a time before the Internet, cable television, satellite television and radio, cell phones and all the other gadgets of our time.  It was the time of one snowy black and white television channel, two on a good day, AM radio and telephone party lines.  People still wrote letters in long hand, put them in the mailbox, raised the red flag and waited for the mailman to come up the dusty road in his blue Postal Service station wagon to pick them up – hoping he’d also have something to drop off.  Maybe the latest Sears and Roebuck wish book where I spent much time admiring Daisy BB guns.
In the Southern West Virginia hills, the air and night sky are clear.  Go to a hilltop on a night that’s not cloudy and you can count the shooting stars.  Growing up in the hollers (hollows for the not indoctrinated) and hills, I remember night skies blanketed with millions of stars, nowadays obscured from view to most by bright city lights and air pollution.
On a summer night, we’d take our assorted hound dogs to a favorite hilltop, build a fire to break the night chill and turn the dogs loose.  We’d stretch out on a good spot near the fire, rest our heads on a log or something else and look at the star filled sky.  Listening to the dogs chase critters through the woods and up trees, somebody would say, “That’s old Blue, can you hear him?”  Someone else would say, and “Yea, listen to Shortie, he’s a leadin’ the pack.”  Then we’d bury potatoes in the fire’s hot coals to bake.  While the potatoes baked, we listened to the dogs, the crackling fire, and crickets and counted the shooting stars.  Poor kid fireworks, provided on the grandest scale with baying hound dogs as background music.
We’d stay there by the fire in awe of the heavens making wishes and sharing our dreams.  The dogs eventually wondered in.  The fire burned low.  Its warmth replaced by chilled mountain air.  As the night shifted toward dawn, we stowed our dreams for another starry night and headed home before the sun made an appearance.
I’d get home in time to stoke the fire in Mom’s kitchen stove.  She had a wood burning cook stove, which she preferred over the electric one that looked out of place in a corner of her kitchen.  By this time, only my youngest sister and I remained at home.  The older two siblings were chasing their shooting star dreams and the middle brother was in the Army, nearing a Vietnam tour.  I’d go sit on the porch until the sun was high enough to warm things up.  About that time, I’d smell bacon cooking and know that Mom was up and about.  I’d be awfully hungry by then, trying to steal a piece of bacon and getting swatted at by Mom during the attempt.  She never seemed able to hit me.  I don’t think she ever meant to.
Shooting stars are here for a blink of an eye, yet millions see their light and recall it when they’re gone.  Like shooting stars, in the immensity of human history, we too are here for only a blink of the eye.  Our most prominent shooting stars are our leaders.  Their light and its affect, good and bad, remains visible long after they leave leadership.
How will history see your light and recall it when you’re gone?
Genesis 1:2-4   Luke 11:35-37 
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