This is donkey who has lived near the hermitage for all the years I’ve been in Western North Carolina. Sometimes one hears of a parish, usually a Cathedral parish, for which a donkey is prepared for his hour on which the (Arch)Bishop or Cardinal or Patriarch will ride up to the church on that donkey with all having palm fronds in their hands. I’ve heard of that for the Philippines, for Nicaragua, for Jerusalem. How about your parish?
The Donkey – by G.K. Chesteron
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.
I hope I don’t get sued. It’s just my opinion. Free speech don’t you know.
Look, I know someone who was the head of security for a casino under the umbrella of Caesars, that is, number two to the owner. That one had been a special operator for the Department of Defense and in intelligence for that person’s branch of military service. A nice person, but even with that resume, simply not capable of the kind of analysis that needs to be done to prevent such attacks.
These were for sale in the bookstore down in Hanceville, Alabama. So far I’ve gone through The Wisdom of Father Brown and The Practice of the Presence of God. Right now I’m listening to Heretics. The utter brilliance of Chesterton’s presentation caught me off guard. He can go on forever without mentioning any heretic, and then, when he does, he almost inaudibly throws out a name, and then it hits you that he’s led up to that ever so polite mention of the name by first destroying everything that person has ever done in their life. Sorry, but… I Just Love That. Just to say, I think our Guardian Angels do that with us All The Time.