Ask The Beasts

My dog, Mattie, just cannot get close enough to human beings. It really doesn’t matter who it is, she’s never met a stranger.  If you sit in a chair and give her any indication that you’d like for her to come over, you’ve pretty much opened yourself up to the gradual progression from pat on the head –> paws on the lap –>  large Labrador Retriever sitting on you.  If she could get any closer to you she would.  We joke that she would jump into your body if she could.

Mattie isn’t unique among canines, of course, and there is certainly a life lesson for all of us in the life of our dogs.  It seems they love without condition. And they crave our touch, our affection, our speech, our very being.

“Ask the beasts, and they will teach you; the birds of the air, and they will tell you….” (Job 12.7)

God has given us so many signs and wonders to show His love. He made us and all of creation out of love in hopes that we would return it with thankful hearts. But not only did he wish to give us the beauty of creation, he went further. He gave us the fullness of Himself.

When He saw that we were not returning His love and depriving ourselves of His grace, he poured Himself out to get as close to us as He possibly could – by entering the womb of a woman and being born to walk among us.  And that love was still rejected. He hung on a cross.

But He did not allow that to be the last word – he continued to pursue us. He walked out of that tomb and sent us His Spirit to live within and among us. And He continues to show up every time we gather together at Mass to enter our bodies and nourish us with His love.

It has been told that St. Francis of Assisi preached to the animals. Sometimes I think Mattie preaches to me.

This Day Will Never Come Again

Dad & Kids

Life was not always easy with my father when I was growing up. Let’s just say he made many decisions along the way that led to fear, anger, and sadness for my family and me. Unfortunately, I was the only one in the family that would years later truly forgive him for his actions. My mother and sister held onto the resentment and anger they felt all their lives. For my father and I, reconciliation led to several years of a deepening relationship before his passing in 2011.

Forgiveness is not easy and I do not consider myself better or stronger because I was able to forgive and my family members could not. However, I can say that the blessings I received due to forgiveness and a renewed relationship with my father were far better than the animosity experienced by others. I also learned that forgiveness benefited me far more than my father.

As good stewards of time, we must realize that each passing day will never come again. What we do with that time is completely up to us. We can be wise and use it to build bridges, heal wounds, and cultivate love where there is hate. We can also choose to waste time in fear, resentment, and anger. I thank God often for the gift of my dad. However, I thank God more for the gift of time spent with him and the ability to see him not with my human eyes, but with the eyes of Jesus.