It’s Sunday again, and I find myself rejoicing in the arrival of cooler weather here in New Orleans. I also find myself in similar moments of rejoicing uttering “Graças a Deus.” I learned to say this while I was in Brasil years ago, and now I find it a regular part of my vocabulary.
I have an aversion to the word “god.” It doesn’t sound godly at all to my ears. I imagine it hurts dog ears as well. After all, written backwards it does read “dog.” I see dogs as more “godly” than gods. Gods seem to get in the way of humanity where dogs aptly fit in and are essential parts to our being. I can’t remember a war that brought on by dogs. Conflicts, sure; but not all out wars. Just the word “god” is so un-poetic. If we all acted like dogs, the world would undoubtedly be a better place. Graças a Deus para caes.