Bless the Beasts and the Children…great song, an even better idea and an absolutely fantastic feeling.
It’s a simple question that has usually gotten me into a lot of trouble and sometimes much hurt:
CAN’T WE ALL JUST GET A LONG?
Seriously, it’s a question I ask with an immense amount of Compassion and apparently a lot more naivety.
I never could never understand as a child and now a past-middle-aged adult why we could just not get a long, why there were wars, fights, arguments? I guess I still can’t.
I have learned it many times as a Church Pastor, a Hospice Chaplain, a Team-Leader, a Speaker, an Author, a Husband, a Father, a Grandfather, a Friend, a Neighbor, a Person.
Listen, I’m not ripping the Pope. I have only heard what he said about Pets…but I still ask the same question as a dad and a pet owner of cats and dogs, and one time of lizards, geckos, a feeder rat, fish, hamsters, hermit crabs and yeah, even spiders.
I know, as studies have said, they’ve all made my blood pressure go lower and I believe, absolutely, higher at times.
I know I’ve told my dogs and cats things I’ve never told another human being.
I know I’ve cried when I have dug their graves in my back yard and laid them to rest.
I know. . . .
. . .and so do you!
So instead of some scathing attack of HOW DARE YOU’s or I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU SAID THAT’s or something(S) much worse and stronger…I’m going to emulate Molly, the dog I have laying beside me right now as I type this: I’m going to be loving, accepting, forgiving, cuddling, appreciative,
U N C O N D I T I O N A L L Y
I conducted a memorial service of a young hospice patient recently. She was a brilliant, caring, loving daughter, friend, lawyer, dog-owner. Shortly after she died, her dog died as well. Her vet said it was a broken heart. When the patient’s grieving mother asked me, hesitantly, embarrassingly, if I could hold a service for both of them this past weekend, I never paused when I said assuredly, “Absolutely.” Their ashes were mixed together in the urn, NEVER TO BE SEPARATED AGAIN….
I think when I grow up I want to be a little kid and/or his dog.
I want to believe, to accept, to love, to trust to love UNCONDITIONALLY just like THEM.
I want the Beast and the child in me to be Blessed…and I want to bless accordingly.
Uhhh, yeah. . .I have the naivety, the audacity, the compassion to think that could actually change the world…one pet, one child, one person at a time.