Good Morning, God!
My wonderful husband, Kit, and our wonderful oldest daughter Suzanne and I are now in San Deigo . . . but Sunday we were in St. James episcopal church off of Wilshire for the Blessings of the Animals.
Actually, as it took us only a minute to understand, it really was the Blessings of the DOGS.
No Cats! I thought that was because a cat might not feel comfortable with all those dogs. But, Suz said it was because Cats don’t think they need a blessing.
I suppose a lot of humans aren’t in church for the very same reason. Or, perhaps it is the other way around, God. Maybe most churches don’t make it CLEAR that YOU want to BLESS ALL of US — Humans as well as Animals.
Sigh, I am enough of a Cat to understand that Dog-like-devotion is HARD for us humans. I really identify with an old pain-relief commercial where the middle aged daughter snaps at her mother: “PLEASE, Mother, I want to do it MYSELF!”
That’s ME, God! I, too, want to do it myself. But, I have to confess, God, that the problems we Americans / Humans face are way too much for me. Maybe, too much for our species?
I’m certain that they are too much for us if we don’t seek Your Help!
Oh, God! Would that we humans could gather together in humility and seek both Your Blessings and Your Help. Hmm. I guess we would have to stop arguing about Who’s-to-Blame . . . and BOW in Unified Humility before You!
Ah, shades of St. Francis! Oh that we could REJOICE in YOU — and in Brother Sun and Sister Moon — and REJOICE in all our brother and sister Creatures — human and otherwise.