And he said to them, “Go and tell that fox, `Behold, I cast out demons and perform cures today and tomorrow, and the third day I finish my course. Nevertheless I must go on my way today and tomorrow and the day following; for it cannot be that a prophet should perish away from Jerusalem.’ O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, killing the prophets and stoning those who are sent to you! How often would I have gathered your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you would not! Behold, your house is forsaken. And I tell you, you will not see me until you say, `Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!’” (Luk 13:32-35 rsv)
The Donkey — by G.K. Chesterton
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil’s walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
========= If I could only be a worthy donkey! ========
A donkey brought Mary to Bethlehem. A donkey’s breathing kept Jesus warm in the manger. A donkey accompanied the Holy Family to Egypt and all the way back to Nazareth. A donkey was used by the good Samaritan. Donkeys can sing. Most intelligent, they only do what they understand. They are not stubborn as mules. They are hard workers and terribly loyal. They are the symbol of Judaism from time immemorial right back through the millennia, along with the Lion of the tribe of Judah. They have suffered humiliation by elitist Democrats but are nonetheless resilient. It is the donkey who protects the sheep, doing away with “that fox.”
Below, the graffito from the first centuries of the crucified donkey (Jesus the Jew) worshiped by a Jewish boy and follower of Jesus (Alexamenos) in the Emperor’s School on the Palatine overlooking the Circus Maximus, with the Forum on the other side and the Colosseum on the other, mocked by his friends. I’m thinking that Alexamenos some became a martyr in those blood filled days, much like today.
This reminds me of Jackass for the Hour, the unpublished and needing revision 750 page ecclesiastical thriller novel I wrote for the sake of distraction while doing my doctorate on Genesis 2:4a–3:24, a novel about The Murderous Intrigue of Interreligious Politics (with a major theme being the papyri and mss, the Reformation and Counter-Reformation).
At the time, Renzo di Lorenzo was my pen-name. I’ve given up on pen-names. They don’t help me. I thought I might need one last year, but that all changed. Maybe the time will come again. I don’t know. What I do know is that donkey day is a great day. I wish I could always be a worthy donkey. And… and… I’m very happy to know that my mother, grandmother and great-grandmother were all Jewish, meaning that I’m Jewish! Yeah!