October
4th is the feast day of St. Francis of Assisi, and because St.
Francis had a particularly strong love for God’s creatures –he referred to them
as brothers and sisters – the Catholic Church across the world has an annual
blessing. You can read about it and see some
adorable pictures of animals being blessed from around the world, here.
Our
church had the blessing on the Saturday after the 4th rather than on
the feast day proper. This makes sense
when you consider during the week most work during the day and children are in
school. I wonder if other churches did
as well.
This
is our second year we did this. We took
Rosie down to the church, and unlike some of the pictures in that link I
provided the blessing at our church was performed outside. It was amazing how many people brought their
pets. Over forty and one person literally
brought Noah’s ark with him: two cats, several Guinee pigs, parakeets and cockatiels,
and I don’t what else.
Rosie
was excited as you can imagine. She wants
to sniff and greet and play with all other animals, friendly or not. And at eighty pounds she’s hard to handle
when she wants to rush over to someone or something. I got a couple of pictures.
I
was able to click Matthew calming Rosie down.
And
I couldn’t snap one while Rosie was actually getting blessed, I did have
someone take a picture of us with Fr. Eugene, our pastor.
The
reason I couldn’t snap a picture was because I had Tiger’s photo on the screen
while we were up there so Fr. Eugene could bless Tiger too. There was no way I could take Tiger
over. Some had their cats in the
traveling bags, but it’s impossible for us to get Tiger in his. He fights tooth and nail to prevent us from
getting him in.
On
a separate but related matter I do want to tell about my October 4th. As you may know I live on Staten Island,
which is part of New York City but unlike the rest of New York City we still
have woods and some wild animals. On the
morning of the fourth, on my way to work as I was driving I saw a creature rush
across the street and scurry behind some garbage pails. When I got a better look I saw it was a
possum. Half a mile later I had to stop
because a raccoon decided to cross the street.
He took his sweet time, but I was just glad to watch him. Later that night, while coming back from the
gym, on the corner near a wooded stood a deer nibbling on the grass. Now I could go a whole year and not see a
possum or a raccoon, and while deer are now more out in the open it’s not
exactly an everyday event to see one. To
see all three of these creatures in one day—the day of St. Francis of Assisi’s
feast day—is certainly a grace from above.
Thank you Lord.



