The
Lion’s Whisker
Long ago in
Ethiopia, a woman married a widower who had a son. Her joy was great when she
went to live in the home of her new husband, for she longed for a child. But
the child refused her affections, saying, “You are not my mother.” He refused
her cooking, tore her mending, and turned away from her kindness.
After some
times, the sorrowing woman decided to seek the help of a wise hermit who lived
on the mountain. “Make me a potion,” she begged, “so my step-son will love me
as I love him.”
“I can make such
a potion,” he said, “but the ingredients are very difficult to obtain. You must
bring me a whisker of a living lion.”
The woman went
away in great distress but determined not to give up. That night, while her
family slept, she crept out of the village to the edge of the desert carrying a
bowl of meat. She knew that a great lion lived near some rocks quiet a distance
away. She walked under the night sky as close to the lion as she dared. Hearing
him roar, she dropped the bowl and ran back home. Again the next night, she
sneaked from the house with a bowl of meat. She walked farther into the desert
until she could see the form of the lion on the distant rocks. She set down her
bowl and ran home.
Every night she
drew closer to the lion before setting down her bowl and fleeing for home.
Every night the lion ate food. Finally one night, after many weeks, she places
down her bowl and stepped back but did not run. She watched the huge cat come
slowly forward and eat from the bowl. The following night, she placed down the
bowl and did not move away. The lion came slowly forward and began to eat from
the bowl. She reached out and stroked his fur. He made happy sounds in his
throat. “Thank you, dear friend, “She said and carefully snipped a whisker from
his chin. She moved slowly away and then ran all the way to the wise hermit’s
hut.
“I’ve brought
you the whisker of a living lion,” she called, running into his hut. The hermit
was sitting before his fire. He took the whisker and examined it closely. “You
have indeed,” he said, and dropped the whisker into the fire.
“What have you
done!” she cried. “That was the whisker for the love potion. You don’t know how
hard it was to obtain. It has taken me months to win the trust of the lion.”
“Can the love
and trust of a child be harder to obtain than that of a wild beast?” he asked
her. “Go home and think on what you have done.”
The woman returned
home and slowly, with love and patience, won the trust and love of her
step-son.
To have hope is
to believe that history continues open to the dream of God and to human
creativity.
To have hope is
to continue affirming that it is possible to dream a different world, without
hunger, without injustice, without discrimination.
To have hope is
to courier of God and courier of God’s people of good will, tearing down walls,
destroying borders, building bridges.
To have hope is
to believe in the revolutionary potential of faith, is to leave the door open
so that the spirit can enter and make all things anew.
To have hope is
to believe that life wins over death.
To have hope is
to begin again as many times as necessary.
To have hope is
to believe that hope is not the last thing that dies.
To have hope is
to believe that hope cannot die, that hope no longer dies.
To have hope is
to live.
By Missionary
Sisters of St. Charity.