Holy Days

The Friendly Beasts


“I,” said the Donkey, shaggy and brown,
“I carried His mother up hill and down;
I carried His mother to Bethlehem town.”
“I,” said the Donkey, shaggy and brown.

It was a little donkey who carried Mary to Bethlehem from Nazareth, a beast of burden we may think of as faithful but plodding. A few years ago we were at the Grand Canyon, a most overwhelming sight to me as I stood at the rim and saw the world drop away below. Its vastness reinforced for me the wonder of God’s creation. Donkeys carry tourists down the steep paths to the canyon floor and up again. They are steady and sure, reliable and ready. Mary had such a companion in her donkey as she stood at the edge of a new world. When I think of the donkey I think of the times that faithful people participate in church life in a spirit of readiness and reliability, doing the things that need doing and not asking for much in return. The blessed day may come when we realize, as perhaps the faithful donkey did, that because of Jesus, nothing is the same anymore, and our steady plodding has been the path to a new life.

Whatever holiday you celebrate, remember that transformation comes along the way. It is part of the journey.

Blessings to you all,

9 thoughts on “The Friendly Beasts”

  1. Great thought
    Thanks for being you. You’ve been a real support and I appreciate you :)Hope you have had a blessed Christmas and now have some time to unwind a little with your family

  2. Merry Christmas! And your post reminds me of one of my pastor’s favorite sermons, that he gave at one of his former students’ ordination, where he compares the pastorate to the donkey Jesus rode into Jerusalem.;-)

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