It is not so often that a journalist thinks to tell a story that
makes
you right with God or even to do it in the Observer about
something
that happened on the other side of the world in Nairobi.
Ours is not to wonder why
ours is but to do or die trying
to make us right with God.
This story is one of those of a dog named Mkombozi a dog giving birth
to
her own kind sniffing out a day-old girl with ten fingers and ten toes born
to
parents who threw her away gift-wrapped in a plastic bag that could
have
snuffed the candle out the light in her eyes gone quick before
anyone realized what that could mean on that side of the world or
this.
Ours is not to wonder why
ours is but to do or die trying
to make us right with God.
Her Savior found her and dragged her across the road under barbed wire to a
shed where she dropped her into her litter of pups mewing and groaning
as
small creatures do knowing no difference between three and two of any
kind
to make meaning for anyone on this side of the world or that
so new from Heaven they named her Angel.