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If there were ever a person to know about bullies, then I am surely that person! In fact, I have devoted much of my spare time and resources to saving all kinds of bullies from all over this great country and beyond, from the “British Bully” to the “American Bully” to the “I don’t know where I’m from Bully.” I have helped unwanted bullies everywhere by giving money, helping with walk-a-thons, why, I even dressed up like a clown and made balloon animals to help bullies! Everywhere I go, I petition for bullies, I have a sticker that says “I brake for bullies,” and most important, I pray for my very own bullies everyday.
Now, before anyone reports me to a nuthouse, let me explain about my bullies, and I why I think of myself as being similar to a bully. About three years ago, I met my first Bully, and right away, he gave me a big, fat, lick right in the face! Then he moved into my house, took over my bed, convinced my small son to act just like him, put his poopy in my floor, and ate all my food! And currently, not only do we have one bully living in our house, we have three! You see, these bullies are the best kind of bullies, pit-bullies!
Technically, there are no “pit bullies,” this is a common name, and actually what my husband and I own are two American Pit Bull Terriers, and one Staffordshire Bull Terrier, but there are others who are part of the “Bully Breeds,” such as Bull Terriers and American Staffordshire Terriers. All of these “Bully Breeds” I have committed to help save, because I love my bullies! All three of my dogs were adopted through Pit Bull Rescue, and while life with three dogs in one house is not always easy, it is definitely never boring! Now whenever my husband and I walk our dogs, especially with our baby, Jack, we get all kinds of glances, and comments. Things like, “Are those pit bulls? Eww. Why would you ever want one of those? Do they fight? Are they mean? Aren’t you afraid it will eat your baby?” Now, there are times where I want to respond with a nice little quip, something like, “Well this one here, he did eat our last baby and that’s why we had another,” but I know better. You see, as crazy as this may sound, owning and loving bullies has taught me a lesson in what it really takes to be a Christian.
The lesson is simple: no matter what my dogs do to better the image of pit bulls, they will always be pit bulls in the eyes of the world. At the end of the day, if they have saved an old woman from a burning building, pulled a soldier from the battlefield, or rescued a drowning child, they will still be feared and loathed. The media will always choose the bad stories about them, and never the good stories about them. There will always be legislation to try and make them illegal. There will always be the fact, that despite them being the best dogs ever to myself, my husband, and my son, people will always detest their presence and hate them for what they aren’t really.
And isn’t this what the world does to Christians? No matter what we do try and reverse it, we will always be persecuted. No matter how many good stories, you will only hear the bad. The world will always have laws enacted to work against us. If we have one million acts of faith, the one act of deceit will be all that is remembered. Let us face it-we are the pit bullies of religion! But, I can take that. My dogs are not vicious; they are well behaved and loved members of our family. The world will never understand that, but just like my dogs, they will never understand me either. So, the next time I get a question about my dogs such as, “You have a pit bull, so do you sell drugs?” or a question for myself like, “You are a Christian, right? So you, like, think you are better than me or something?” I will just smile. And then, I will try to answer that question to the best of my ability, and know in my heart, that like my dogs, I’m proud to be a Bully.
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