Slog. I’ve never heard it used before. It sounds like an Appalachian drink made with moon shine and a touch of molasses. It has an Earthy ring to it. Slog. It could be a great name for a dog that you take to the groomer for a bath and who comes home only to roll around in the hog pen. Slog. I can hear it used as a substitute for the sixties term “waste.” As in, “Wow, man, did we get like slogged last night.”
Listening to myself say, “slog, slog,” I can almost hear the sound of my boots as Georgia red clay grips the sole trying swallow me, nearly stopping my progress down a wet, tree-lined trail. That’s a bit closer to the definition of slog, too. Slog on. Keep pushing onward despite the overwhelming pressure to stop. Slog on to finish the boring, repetitious, task, the tediousness of the work that lulls us to nearly sleep.. Seems like there is a lot of ways to use slog and not be in danger of a cliché for sometime to come.
Slog on, then, has to do with fighting against some opposition, pushing hard to overcome, and move beyond some difficult situation. Apostle Paul used the term “press on” in his letter to the Philippians (3:13,14)
. . . one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of G-d in Christ Jesus.
Slog is an okay name for a dog, too, as well as a drink.
When the going gets tough, the tough slog on. Keep calm, slog on. Sorry, I couldn’t resist.
Lord Bless, Keep, Shine. . .