Wonderful! LOL!

Amen, Wendi! I know my (over-sized) butt prints have appeared more than once along the beach of my ife. And T, you’re right; I ABSOLUTELY found the humor even though the original “Footprints” has long been inspirational to me.

Thank you very much for telling me what those marks are, for awhile I
was confused. But then again, I now know where the sand is coming
from when I get up. Now that I shook the sand off, I can thank the
Lord that he was able to carrry me without breaking his BACK ! ! ! !
LOL And I will also try harder to walk on my own! ! !

Humor is, sometimes ,the best way to make a point.I love to laugh and I always seem to see the lesson when I am laughing. I can relate to this version of footprints. My resistance has been a difficult wall to scale. Thank you for the laugh and the encouragement.

I don’t even take this as a joke …
(TO REPEAT MY POST ON THIS SUBJECT A FEW MONTHS AGO, VERBATIM:)
What I’m about to say reminds me of the time I walked into my college classroom for our English lit discussion of Tolkien’s Hobbit. And every single student in the room raved about how it was their favorite book ever.
Except me. And boy, did I get yelled at that day for daring to criticize an icon.
Don’t get me wrong, I understand the attraction of “Footprints.” But Therese identified its weakness … it IS “simplistic theology.”
Frankly, with all the horrors of the world (of which my profound depression is the most salient but, I am quick to acknowledge, one of the least important), I’ve decided G-d is unknowable. Not nonexistent, but unknowable.
Maybe someday, when I am in heaven (or even the other place, with the Devil showing me what I missed), I will see that “Footprints” is how the world really worked. But from my earthly perspective today, I don’t see two sets of footprints, or one, or even random footprints from dancing, as someone suggested.
I see skidmarks — from badly hurt people dragging themselves in exhaustion and desperation, unable to even take succor from the ocean due to the bitter salt in the water.

Larry: an interesting extension of the “marks’ we each leave behind as we struggle our way out of our own personal “black holes”, but I beg to differ with you about God being unknowable. He’s that still snall voice you hear deep inside encouraging you to continue to make those dragging marks as you struggle. Your prior responses give yyou away, my friend! Aren’t you the same guy who attended a jesuit university and was not so long ago looking for a Godly soul mate? And the time you take to respond to the posts of others who are struggling tip your hand as well. My guess is that you ALREADY know God; an individual who can reach out to others like you do is doubtless not a stranger to Him aor the loving kindness He dmonishes each of us to exend to our fellow travelers on this earth. Something tells me you blong to the family!

Margaret:
G-d certainly FEELS unknowable in the full grip of depression, which is what my scenario portrays.
When I am not fully depressed — well, G-d is still frustratingly distant. I feel like one of those people who does the right thing because I’m supposed to do the right thing, not because I feel G-d’s presence tapping me on the shoulder.
Then again (and not to compare myself to her) we’ve talked a lot on BB about a famous person with that exact problem, haven’t we …

Your right, Therese, I love it!!! I get the humor, and I know my husband will also. For me it comes down to one point, which is that God will not do for me what I can do for myself. I need to see the truth and make the necessary changes within, and if I won’t or can’t – on my butt I go until it is uncomfortable enough, where the itchy sand is worse than the thought of making a change.
I am going to print this out. I think my sons will enjoy it also. My younger one is in a Jesuit Univesity, Fairfield, CT and was admitted to the program this year within the University that expands on Who Am I, Whose Am I, and What Do I Believe. He loves it. His major is Business Mgmt., and he is having an opportunity to learn from this experience and incorporate it into his future. This is not a program for wanna be Priests. It’s great, he loves it, and Therese – we’re not even Catholic. That’s a long story. We had a nasty Priest here in the area and a bad situation, where my husband (#1 at the time) who was/is Catholic did not want the kids baptized in the church. Prior to that, I was married in a Catholic church and went to Mass for 8 years.
Having said that, they’ve both had an incredible spiritual and religious journey in our hometown church. I was fortunate enough to be head of the Christian Education Department (what an undertaking – way too much on my plate back then) as a volunteer for three years in our church. This kept my sons in very active in the church (as Sunday School Teachers, etc) throughout their high school years; a time when many kids are MIA from church. That was not my motive for accepting the position, which was totally out of my element, but the by product was a gift.
I have the “Footprints” poem in a frame,hung next to our fireplace, and once, some years ago, when I replaced it with another print, the younger one,Justin, asked me about it and wanted it hung back up on the wall.
Now approaching almost 20 years old, I know he will enjoy the humor behind this version and “get it”. Having said all of this, there have been and still are times when I question, God, where are you? I know the answer is that he/she/it is there, but when my son called me from school to tell me of a fatal car accident 3 weeks ago, where a peer of his (who had a seatbelt on and sat in the back seat) was killed in an automobile accident on the Merritt Parkway, I was angry with God.
This was a lovely young lady who was already an EMT, enrolled in the school’s Nursing Program, and was looking towards a future of helping others. So, God, I know I ask questions that will not be answered, but why didn’ you intervene and stop it and save her. Why do her family have to bear this intolerable grief from which they may learn to exist with, but never truly recover from.
So, back to basics with the post – It’s time for me to copy, print and send this out and pass it on. So I need to laugh and joke some of the time and find humor through this mess called “life”.

Larry, your comment made me think of the book, “The Cloud of Unknowing”. Please forgive my ignorance, but would you please explain why you spell God the way you do, leaving out the “o”? Thanks.

Hey – Therese – when I was reading “Butt prints in the Sand” to my husband last night, I realized that it sounded a lot like Dr. Suess’s rhyme and rhythym. We laughed at it and ourselves. Our older son gave us the feedback of “really cool”. The younger one – well I don’t know yet and am waiting to hear from him, since his away message from his “IM” states,
” just got lit up by our star basketball player in flag football..probably have a concussion”
so – of course I send him – PLEASE CALL ME on the IM, and when I called his cell, it went to voice mail, naturally. So right now I’m waiting to here from him. ugh. He’s probably fine, I hope and pray.

This rendition of footprints puts me in mind of the old saying ” God helps thoses who help themselves.” We do have to put in a little effort, even though it might just be the desire to be better. what do they say” knowing there is a problem is half the battle”. God is in the knowing.

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There are many Orthodox Jews on Bnet. Simply in respect to them.

Actually in my case there’d be three footprints , two for me and one for Jesus kicking my butt on occasion. EXCELLENT POEM!!!

Im so glad everyone saw and ‘got’ the humor in the ‘Butt Prints’ poem! I,too,love the original ‘Footprints’ poem. Humor,for me,is on most days,what gets me through the day and I think that being able to laugh in the face of despair is an important tool that God has given to all of us.I am crying as I write this and have all day but reading everyones posts has made me feel a bit better and helps to allow me to realize that ‘this too shall pass’. Thanks to all for being who you are!!!

Thank you for sharing this. my butt prints were in the sand at one time God Bless You love,your sister in Christ,Cyndi

Found Butt Prints whilst doing a search for a nice Footprints desktop wallpaper. Footprints is my favorite poem of all time! For years, I couldn’t read it w/out crying; it’s absolutely touching & beautiful! I’m goin’ through my own personal valley right now and I know there’s only one set of prints behind me. Anywho, before this time in my life, there were the two sets of prints belonging to God and me. Then there were butt prints from when God knocked me on my butt to get his message through. Now there’s just the one set of prints for I wouldn’t be able to get through this if He were not carrying me. Thank you God!

i know my butt prints were there for many years. i still have to strugle to keep from ending upthere again.but the walkis easier nowb that i see the big picture.

That says it all. I also know the footprints poem and find it very comforting. Before my return to the Lord, during my years of “leading my own path,” I thought I was doing all right, till I got dropped on my butt also. By the way, sand is scratchy and very uncomfortable – OUCH. Praise God for carrying us through the impossibly difficult times.

Love it!!!

I’m not sure if either of these are really true.
But at least I don’t have the hostility to “Footprints” that I once did. I think G-d and I are getting tired of wrestling each other

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