Wednesday, December 13, 2006

It's a bird. It's a plane! It's a frog. A Frog? No...

American heros are often come from behind, you were given no chance to make it type of characters. Well that used to be the case, but it seems that the romanticism of overcoming all odds to make it is being replaced by trash talking sports stars, cocky musicians, and mean spirited businessmen who like to fire people.

I suppose I am old fashioned in this respect. I still like the underdog, and I am hoping that underdogs still have a chance to make it in today's world.

My three-legged buddy Forrest is coming along just fine, and so it looks like we'll have a real superhero dog in the house.

I am sure that part of the process of moving from tragedy to triumph is believing that there is a God who likes underdogs too. Perhaps its time for some of us to start purchasing cool Underdog paraphenalia.


Adam Gonnerman said...

We had a three-legged calf on the farm when I was in my early teens. We called him "TRIPOD" (that was before the site builder of the same name...pre-internet times).

Pastor Phil said...

Hey Adam, these injured survivors humble me, and make me realize that the life I'm living isn't as tough as I thought.