“Father God, help us to choose lucky over yucky. It is so easy to get into the ‘muck of yuck’ when we are focusing on the yucky and forgetting the lucky. Lucky are we all that we have Your Son and our Savior, Jesus Christ. Lucky are we to have the breath of life and the freedom to walk and talk and make a way in this world. This is not the case with so many of Your nonhuman animals, Father God. They don’t have a voice and they don’t have the freedom to walk and talk and make a way in this world. Instead, they are kept in captivity and prisons of man’s making, whether it be for food or not for food. Please help us to set the oppressed free from their captivity and prisons, as Your Word instructs us (Luke 4:18). On a more personal note, Father God, I’m having a ‘yucky day’ in Kentucky, as I miss my pets, Blue, Conrad, and Groucho, something awful. Help me, Father God, to know that instead of yucky, I can experience lucky, knowing that they are safe and serene and, by Your Spirit, let them know that Daddy will be home very soon! Let me know, too, that it is the ‘clutch’ (attachment) I have to my pets that is causing me to feel yucky. Help me loosen this ‘clutch’ (attachment) so I can give BOTH my pets AND myself the freedom You desire for us BOTH and for BOTH humans AND nonhuman animals. I pray all of this in the Wonderful and Precious and Lucky Name of Jesus Christ, and this prayer is answered by my faith and my belief. Please help me, Father God, where my faith and my belief are lacking. Amen.”
(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in choosing lucky over yucky in Kentucky this daily leavened [Jesus is Clutch!] bread.”)
You’re feeling yucky ’cause you can’t admit:
Without Jesus, there’s nothing of meaning.
It’s gonna take surrender and submit,
BOTH, to God and Spirit for convening.
I’m feeling yucky, forgetting lucky.
Lucky am I to have all God all day.
If I could remember in Kentucky
is where God needs me now for square away.
“What is yucky is you uncount lucky,”
says Jesus. “You look at the ‘yuck’ too much.
Look lucky when God removes your ‘mucky.’
You get cleaned of ‘yuck’ when you loosen clutch!”
Did I mention that I’m in Kentucky?
I miss my pets but yucky or lucky?