Monday, October 4, 2010
When I was in elementary school, our family had a small statue of St. Francis placed on the fence in our backyard. Saint Francis was the patron saint of animals and ecology so I suppose a suburban backyard is as fitting a tribute location as any. The shrine by the flower beds of ivy was my introduction to Saint Francis and by all accounts he seems to have been a cool guy who loved animals and nature. Were he alive today, I'm betting he would be a vegan, listening to reggae in his yurt.
In honor of The Feast of Saint Francis of Assisi, today our church celebrated The Blessing of the Animals. This is a semi-organized chaos wherein those brave enough to bring their pets, sit outside and watch the service on monitors while trying to keep their beasts of the field from humping random legs.
We brought Daisy with us to represent the Rosenberg herd. We met golden retrievers, chihuahuas, brindle-y mongrels and a 160 pound Great Dane named Lottie. There were cats in carriers and one in a cat stroller. There was a hamster and a turtle and a bear of the Teddy variety. Many creatures were loud and every one of them was blessed and we are blessed to know them.
Daisy found numerous butts to sniff and got a peanut butter sandwich out of the deal so she wasn't complaining either.
High five, Saint Francis.