Lents I Have Known: 5

I didn’t want to write about this Lent until I was well into it so that I could give an honest appraisal of my efforts. Also, it’s embarrassing.

There are certain things you can confess in public: lying, cheating, stealing, failure in any spiritual discipline. But I am about to publicaly confess something much more damning.

I do not pick up after my dogs.

Louise, I can hear you gasping all the way from Canada. In fact, it was your post on this subject that started needling me. I didn’t do that, and I knew I should. I had excuses, rationalizations.

When Fat Tuesday came, I still hadn’t decided what to give up for Lent. I was on the EFX, listening to an NPR “Science Friday” podcast about the evils of sugar. And I started to think, “I don’t eat desserts, but I could eliminate some sugar in my diet.”

And I heard the voice of God in my spirit: “If you want to do it, do it, but don’t do it for Me.”

Yeah, He knows. I’m someone who started dabbling in anorexia at the age of 6. I have no story of deliverance–only a slow movement in the same direction.

But picking up dog poop for Lent? Really?

Then I remembered an iconic story from Antioch Community Church in Waco. It’s the story of when the pastor, Jimmy Seibert, got serious about following God, and he wanted to go anywhere, do anything. He sought the counsel of an elder who said–wait for it–“Make your bed.” Jimmy wasn’t sure he heard right, but the word of the Lord was “make your bed.” If he couldn’t follow that simple daily discipline, well then, he wasn’t going to go anywhere or do anything.

So, I have been diligently bringing my bags each morning when I walk Polo and Clover. Polo is too dainty to poop anywhere but in her secluded spot in the yard, but Clover does not have a shred of modesty. The first day I forgot to bring the bag and had to go back later to retrieve her deposit. After that, Clover never pooped again.



  1. Oh My!!!! You made me laugh out loud — Ellie was quite… consternated! Why was her mommy laughing so hard with tears running down her face as she stared at her computer monitor?

    Because….. Megan is brilliant and shining bright and that Clover — pretty darn smart doggie! She knows who feeds her!

  2. May I just say a heartfelt thank you for this remarkable Lenten discipline? As a non-dog person – never owned one, never wanted to (most of the time) – I am DEEPLY grateful that you vowed to pick up after your pooches this year. And I must admit, I am terrifically impressed at the intelligence of your obviously superior canine friend who knows when to shut it. :>)

  3. Too funny! For most of our married life, we’ve lived on a little acreage in a rural community, so I can’t relate to your particular “sin”, but there have been several days lately that I’ve not made my bed. =)

  4. Megan, you crack me up!! This is a particularly painful responsibility of mine. If I want my boys to do the evening walk with me…it’s mine. If they get particularly obnoxious, though, I’ve taken to waving a bag of poop in their faces. Is that bad?

  5. So instead of fasting for Lent, you’re adding something. That doggie doo can’t do anything to mask your sweet fragrance.

  6. And bless Clover for playing her part…

  7. Rubybeets says

    I like the way you talk about the ordinary things of life we can all relate too. First article on dog poop I have ever read. ha