tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646018.post115211107891684446..comments2023-09-05T05:56:07.500-05:00Comments on St. Casserole: A Provoking PostSt. Casserolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14046979001194772038noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646018.post-1152188789814775772006-07-06T07:26:00.000-05:002006-07-06T07:26:00.000-05:00What NotShy said...Um...inlcuding the intent to st...What NotShy said...<BR/><BR/>Um...inlcuding the intent to steal this puppy!Juleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18324456402703897094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646018.post-1152185232436128522006-07-06T06:27:00.000-05:002006-07-06T06:27:00.000-05:00NotShy, Of course you may use this! And, thanks f...NotShy,<BR/> Of course you may use this! And, thanks for the theological interpretation of it.<BR/> The cool thing was watching Cake Feeder looking at the Mom while listening to the tirade. As he listened, he gracefully moved the child from facing her Mom to facing away. Then, with his left hand, began to feed cake. His eyes never left the Mom's face as he listened to her.St. Casserolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14046979001194772038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646018.post-1152147020138063282006-07-05T19:50:00.000-05:002006-07-05T19:50:00.000-05:00Ugh! Those situations make me so uncomfortable. I'...Ugh! Those situations make me so uncomfortable. I'm so glad someone had the sense to feed her cake.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646018.post-1152130804712717462006-07-05T15:20:00.000-05:002006-07-05T15:20:00.000-05:00Sometimes it takes a village (of pastors) not to r...Sometimes it takes a village (of pastors) not to raise a child, but to cut the child some slack when mom or dad has momentarily gone round the bend.<BR/><BR/>What I appreciate most is that (1) Preacher and the pastors were responding out of love and concern for the child (hence cake can be a manifestation of the Holy Spirit) and (2) by not getting in yelling pastor's face, Preacher and pastors were cutting her some slack and giving her the benefit of the doubt of having a bad day.<BR/><BR/>I hereby announce my intent to copy and save said story (purely anonymously of course) for appropriate use in a sermon someday...all names and locales will be changed of course to protect...well....everyone involved.NotShyChiRevhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02677873486408213750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646018.post-1152129200664894842006-07-05T14:53:00.000-05:002006-07-05T14:53:00.000-05:00I love this. It really does take a village! I en...I love this. It really does take a village! I end up doing a lot of cake-feeding behavior with my little sister's kids...she and her husband speak so HARSHLY to them, it hurts me. We were not talked to that way...but apparently her husband was. They are always surprised when I point it out. But they are pretty good sports about it. <BR/><BR/>At any rate, it's good to be the Auntie. Or the cake feeder of any description. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646018.post-1152123992151669542006-07-05T13:26:00.000-05:002006-07-05T13:26:00.000-05:00I had a feeling it was he!I'm sure he felt the lov...I had a feeling it was he!<BR/>I'm sure he felt the love anyway.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08235049965406944684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646018.post-1152115721583240932006-07-05T11:08:00.000-05:002006-07-05T11:08:00.000-05:00Songbird, your pal Hunting Dogs and Rabbits was th...Songbird, your pal Hunting Dogs and Rabbits was the Cake Feeder.<BR/>I wanted to hug him afterwards but ewwwwwww! I'm not much of a hugger.St. Casserolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14046979001194772038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646018.post-1152115257906951952006-07-05T11:00:00.000-05:002006-07-05T11:00:00.000-05:00Tone of voice really does matter. When our big pup...Tone of voice really does matter. When our big puppy dog, Sam, got into the habit of making big grumbling noises toward other dogs, we needed to figure out how to correct him. My tall husband has a deep, deep voice, and he can sound scary when he yells, not something we are accustomed to hearing around here. So when he hollered "SAM!!!" in a voice that nearly brought the trees down at the dog park, I had to point out to him gently that there is a response somewhere between nothing and everything ya got. <BR/>He didn't like hearing it. It's hard to have our tone critiqued. I think feeding cake to the child was a perfect solution.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08235049965406944684noreply@blogger.com