Prayers of the Saints and Martyrs

I have always near me prayer books of Saints and Martyrs. Sometimes these prayers bring comfort, and other times I’m challenged. Here are a few I read tonight with the setting sun:

A Stream Flows

My desires are crucified, the warmth of my body is gone. A stream flows whispering inside me; deep within me it says: “Come to the Father.” (Ignatius of Antioch, just prior to meeting the lions in the Roman Colosseum, 107 a.d)

Remember

O Lord, remember not only the men and women of good will, but those of ill will. But, do not remember all of the suffering they have inflicted upon us: instead remember the fruits we have borne because of this suffering — our fellowship, our loyalty to one another, our humility, our courage, our generosity, the greatness of heart that has grown from this trouble. When our persecutors come to be judge by you, let all of these fruits that we have borne be their forgiveness. (Anonymous, found in the clothing of a dead child at Ravensbruck concentration camp, 1943)

On The Other Side

Blessed are you, O Lord, and may your Son’s name be blessed forevermore. I can see what those who persecute me cannot: on the other side of this river there is a multitude waiting to receive my soul and carry it to glory. (Sabas the Goth, martyred by drowning in Dacia (modern day Romania) in 372 a.d)

An Incorruptible Crown

I go from an corruptible to an incorruptible crown, where no disturbance can be, no disturbance at all. (Charles Stuart, King of great Britain and Ireland, executed 30 January, 1649)

Last Prayer

I have been too long in this world of strife; I would be with Jesus. (Julian of Brioude, a Roman soldier converted to Christianity who surrendered himself to authorities and was beheaded)

Prayer of Thanks

We thank you, O God, for the saints of all ages; for those who in times of darkness kept the lamp of faith burning; for the great souls who saw visions of larger truth and dared to declare it; for the multitude of quiet and gracious souls whose presence has purified and sanctified the world; and for those known and loved by us, who have passed from this earthly fellowship into the fuller light of life with you. (Anonymous)

Love from Here

Peter Hawkinson

Movies That Matter: Saving Jones

“There is no animal welfare without human welfare.”

When I adopted Zoe in the fall of 2018, I had no idea what I was getting myself into – in a myriad of ways.

In truth, I had some hesitation about adopting her because I’d never had a dog before, and from what I could tell she was less “beginner level” than “intermediate.” When I met her at the shelter, the staff had her in a large outdoor kennel far away from all the other dogs, where she was pacing, barking and looking generally ferocious. That’s her kennel, they explained to me, because she can’t get along with other dogs.

But when they pulled her out of the kennel, I learned my first important lesson about animal rescue: the dog you see in their kennel is never the dog you take home.

That environment is so stressful that animals do whatever they can to cope. In Zoe’s case, that meant barking and pacing and not eating because she was too upset. In the shelter manager’s arms, however, she melted into a little puddle.

After several visits, lots of thinking, submitting an application and then backing out again, I brought Zoe home. I can say now it was the best decision I’ve ever made.

The next few months were a whirlwind of learning how to be a dog mom, how to crate-train and potty-train and get her to walk on a leash and cope with apartment life. I was in over my head as often as not, but there was no greater reward than seeing her fall asleep on the couch next to me, for once utterly at peace.

What I didn’t know at the time was that we were about to take a whole other journey together, because Zoe is a pitbull-type dog.

I say pitbull-type, because truthfully that is an umbrella term that has come to describe a whole host of dogs simply by physical characteristics, such as a barrel chest, a short coat, and heart-shaped head. As Bronwen Dickey writes in her wonderful book Pit Bull: The Battle over an American Icon, many mixed-breed dogs identified as “pit mixes” actually have no genetic identification with the four recognized breeds that are true pit bulls (American pit bull terriers, American Staffordshire terriers, Staffordshire bull terriers, and American bullies).

And unfortunately, just as there is a lot of murkiness around being able to properly identify these breeds, there is even more misinformation about their temperaments and characteristics.

Throughout her book, Bronwen describes how pitbull-type dogs went from being widely popular at the start of the 20th century, acclaimed as friendly, family dogs, “good-natured, brave, resilient, and dependable” to vilified just a few decades later as super-predators and monsters, lock-jawed killing machines who were bred to fight. These dogs are mistreated, misunderstood, and marginalized in ways that few other breeds ever come close to.

I encourage you to read this book. Not just because I have a vested interest as a pitbull mom (yes, we did Zoe’s DNA and she turned out to be over 60% American pitbull terrier), but because in the book Bronwen makes the best argument I have seen yet for how the horrible public image of the pitbull over the last forty years has direct connections to poverty, violence, racism, and a general failure to care well for humans so they can care well for animals.

Next week, we will begin our summer movie series, Movies that Matter, with a movie that takes a hard look at this relationship between animal mistreatment and that of humans; animal welfare and human welfare, particularly as it relates to pitbulls.

The movie tells the story of Rebecca Cory, a woman who suffered domestic abuse during her childhood as did her family’s dog Jones, and who has grown up to identify closely with the plight of pitbulls and to even found the organization Stand Up For Pits to help advocate for them.

We will watch this movie at church, as part of a church program, because I also believe that it has direct connections to our faith.

When God gave the Israelites laws in the Old Testament to structure their society, to make it distinct and set apart from other ancient cultures, God was clear: they would respect human and animal life.

If someone saw their neighbor’s animal wandering away, they were to bring it back. If they saw an animal fallen in the road, they were to help it up. Animals were not to be slaughtered on the same day as their young, nor were they to be overburdened or exploited.

The sabbath day was instituted as a day of rest both for people and for animals.

I could go on, but this much seems clear: God cares about people and about animals. God expects us to treat both with dignity and compassion and care.

And so this conversation, which is about people and about pitbulls, is about our failure to live up to that.

But it also about resilience and hope, about the animals who transcend all the terrible things that happen to them, about the humans who are working to care well for people and for their animals, and for all of those reasons I really, really hope you come.

Yours,

Pastor Jen

Learn more about the movie “Saving Jones” and the Stand Up For Pits Foundation here: https://standupforpits.us/

Purchase “Pit Bull: Battle Over an American Icon” here: https://www.bronwendickey.com/book-1

Mark your calendar for Wednesday, June 18th at 6 PM and join us in the Youth Room for this screening!

Contentment

A Song of Ascents. Of David.

O LORD, my heart is not lifted up, my eyes are not raised too high;

I do not occupy myself with things too great and too marvelous for me.

But I have calmed and quieted my soul,

like a weaned child with its mother; my soul is like the weaned child that is with me.

O Israel, hope in the LORD from this time on and forevermore. (Psalm 131)

This psalm has become a favorite of mine for a few reasons.

First, it’s short and sweet, like most of the “Psalms of Ascent” (120-134) that ancient Israel would sing on the road to Jerusalem when festival times were nigh. There’s no way to Jerusalem except up! It’s short and sweet, easy to memorize and say or sing repeatedly. That’s good for the soul.

Second, there’s a delicious invitation to let go for a moment of those things out of my control: the great mysteries of life, the anxieties of unresolved situations, whatever it is that likes to keep me up at night. That’s an invitation I need to engage every day!

Third, there’s an image put to soul possibilities. And it’s something I see every day! A little child in its mother or father’s arms, having let go, exhausted, sound asleep, without any worry that they might be dropped, completely trusting and so at rest. I wonder, is it even possible that my soul, my spirit can find that space?

Which brings me to number 4! Contentment is so elusive for me! So deeply desired, but so elusive in this wide awake, non-stop world, with an ever-growing list of demands, and stresses and strains, and pains and sorrows and griefs and tragedies. And growing up from being a little child only increases this collective sense that life’s journey seems to conspire against a calm and quiet soul.

The soothing balm for David is that his hope is rooted in The LORD, the Living God, with a real history of saving, guiding presence, a heavy hand of mercy, and faithfulness to keep promises. No one knows this better than David!

It’s a song for the road toward Jerusalem, for the journey of life. David’s, Israel’s, yours and mine. Contentment comes not in more, but in letting go, giving up, and giving into the Living Presence of the God who loves. Memorize this little ditty. Sink it into your mind and heart. Say it like a breath prayer on your journey through life. And rest in the One who is holding onto you.

CONTENTMENT!

Peter Hawkinson