Animal Theology

IMG_20140511_175134_885Animals are a big part of God’s creation and plan. They helped manifest His original plan. But when sin entered the world you saw something happen; animals then began to bridge the gap between us and God. Later he then gave us permission to eat then if we want. Animals played a huge part in Genesis and they play a big part in the creation story. You even see them talk in the beginning of time. They have personalities and thoughts. They are still capable of this today. You see this in Numbers 22. God “opened the donkey’s mouth” and he spoke up for his abusive master’s life. You see this donkey show love and loyalty to someone who doesn’t deserve it. Which is actually how Jesus told us to act towards our masters, enemies/abusers. So they can display the character of Jesus.

They are also under our domain. Not meaning we can do what we please but we are in watchful care of them. Will they join us in the New Earth? Yes. ALL creation joins us in the yearning for the recreation in Revelation. That means the animals, trees, the planet itself and the universe. Some people argue the fact that they weren’t given the “breathe of life” and they try to pervert this into meaning a “god given soul”. But this is the same sense that generations oppressed and abused women. Because God only gave that “breath” to Adam. And who are we to say spirits can’t get into heaven if you wanna believe animals don’t have souls?

I didn’t adopt this theology to aid my vegetarian mindset. Rather the other way around. I felt a strong compelling that animals are more than a food source which lead me to my planet-based diet.

In many places through out scripture you see God caring to and for animals. And it is our first commandment from God to care for them. They have brought us closer to God.

Joshua Porter painted a beautiful picture of a reuniting of life long friends in his novel “NEVADA”. An individual and his pet ferret. Before being tortured, trialed and killed in the streets, this man saw his best friend get his tiny fury face stomped in. And then you read this a few chapters later:

“The last thing I saw was this: the man who had embraced Paul then turned and cupped his hands around his mouth, calling to someone but to whom I could not hear. I watched as a small shape appeared in the distance, running toward Paul Wesley. The man that the city loved laughed joyfully as Paul turned and saw his ferret Oscar leaping through the soft grass, running to his dear friend. Paul threw his arms out to catch his small friend as the celebration continued to surge through the city, and my vision began to slip away from me. Then I woke up.”

Arista’s love nor my love for her has not died. Though she just be a cat to most, she was my oldest and best friends. And I can’t wait to embrace her again. Until we meet again, enjoy the new experiences, Baby Girl!