“Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.” 1 Peter 5:8, NIV
One sunny day in a small town near the Missippi Delta, my mom sent me out to find our poodle. He hadn’t yet returned from his potty break, and it had been too long.
“Caesar, Caesar!” I called for him as I tramped through my neighbors’ yards.
I should kick the lion, I thought, but feared it would tear into me.
If I had kicked that lion dog, I might have saved my poodle.
As I grieved, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had failed him and something ugly seeped into my still-forming identity: I was a coward. In my child-brain, a brave person would have kicked that lion-dog (which Mom had told me was a chow dog).