Reflecting on feast of St. Francis – Pets seen guiding on path to God
PEORIA, Ill. (The Catholic Post) - "A person could learn a lot from a dog, even a loopy one like ours." John Grogan, a columnist for The Philadelphia Inquirer, penned those words just days after the death of his family's Labrador retriever named Marley. His loving farewell to a drooling dynamo of a dog touched universal sentiments among pet owners.
"Marley taught me about living each day with unbridled exuberance and
joy,"
he wrote in the Jan. 4, 2004 column. "He taught me to appreciate the
simple
things - a walk in the woods, a fresh snowfall, a nap in a shaft of
winter
sunlight.
"Mostly," continued Grogan, "he taught me about friendship and
selflessness
and, above all else, unwavering loyalty."
The story of his dog's death would change Grogan's life.
On the day the column appeared he received 800 e-mails or phone calls,
about
30 times the usual reaction. He developed its themes into what has become
one of this decade's most popular books, "Marley & Me: Life and Love with
the World's Worst Dog." It has been a fixture at or near the top of the
New
York Times' best seller list for almost a year.
The popularity of "Marley" underscores one reason why St. Francis of
Assisi,
whose Oct. 4 feast day is approaching, is one of the church's most
recognizable and beloved figures. While there is a depth to St. Francis'
spirituality that is still being mined eight centuries after his death,
the
average U.S. Catholic knows him for two simple reasons: the peace prayer
attributed to him, and his status as patron saint of animals.
In a nation where, at last count, there are 90 million cats, 74 million
dogs, and millions more birds, fish, reptiles and assorted small animals
sharing life under our roofs, it's no wonder so many relate to Francis'
description of God's creatures as our "brothers and sisters."
Count me among them. Unfortunately, all too soon I will have to bid
farewell
to my own four-legged, furry friend, a Shetland Sheepdog named Angie. She
is
nearly 13, Marley's age when he died. And like Marley near the end, Angie
has gone deaf, sleeps most of the day, slowly trudges up steps she used to
bound, and has few remaining teeth with which to shred a rawhide bone. The
most telling sign of what's ahead? Angie no longer wants to go on the
nightly neighborhood walk she used to demand.
Memories of Angie's role in our family could fill a book, too. (I might
subtitle hers "A Great Dog with the World's Worst Breath.") But instead of
composing a farewell after Angie's inevitable passing, I'm going to
celebrate her life now by expanding on the truth Grogan raised in his
column.
Not only can a person learn a lot about life from a pet, a person can
learn
a lot about God.
Throughout Angie's life I've received glimpses of unconditional love,
unbridled joy, and comforting presence when I am troubled. As odd as it
may
sound, I picture God as happy and excited to see me arrive at Mass or
adoration hour as Angie is when I come home from work. She prances and
spins
with glee.
And those late-night walks! Sometimes it took incessant barking and
whimpering to get me off the couch, but those quiet strolls through the
neighborhood often became golden periods of evening prayer. I find the
canopy of moon and stars as inspiring as any cathedral.
As we trod silently beneath it, Angie would sniff every new smell, while
my
thoughts turned to the vastness of God's creation. The pondering of heaven
also inspired nightly prayers for my late parents and other family and
friends who had died or are now separated by miles.
Without Angie's insistence, I likely would have chosen a mindless
television
reality show over the wondrous reality waiting outside my door.
One of St. Francis' most famous sermons was reportedly given to a flock of
birds. Passing trees full of them, Francis left his friar companions and
urged the birds to praise their Creator who "protects and governs you
without any solicitude on your part."
As we approach St. Francis' feast day on Oct. 4 - a day when many
Catholic
parishes schedule blessings of pets - I suggest that pets and all of
God's
creatures are blessings. I'm grateful for all these brothers and sisters
offer and teach us, especially a few sermons modeled by a great dog with
the
world's worst breath.
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Tom Dermody is editor-in-chief of The Catholic Post, newspaper of the
Diocese of Peoria, Ill., and a 27-year veteran of the Catholic press. If
you
agree that a pet can be good for one's spiritual life, or can cite
examples
of how your pet has taught you about God, Dermody would like to hear from
you. E-mail him (tdermody@cdop.org) or send a letter in care of The
Catholic
Post, P.O. Box 1722, Peoria, Ill., 61656.
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