lessons from a saintly dragon slayer
Emily Stimpson wrote a great reflection about St. George in honor of his feast day today. He truly is a saint for our times:
If I had small boys of my own, I would spend the morning telling wild tales to them about the soldier saint—how he slew the dragon, returned from the dead three times after suffering dismemberment and fire, and (my personal favorite) managed to have milk rather than blood flow out of his severed head. Then I’d send the little guys off with tin foil swords of their own to commemorate the day as they saw fit.
Unfortunately, there are no little boys about the place, so I’ll have to content myself with telling tales here, tales about what Catholics today can learn from both the myth and the man as we face down the dragons in our souls, culture, and body politic.
Lesson #1: Know thy enemy
When St. George happened upon the townsfolk of Silene, they were, to put it mildly, up to no good. A pesky dragon had parked himself on the city’s water supply, and—in an attempt to lure him elsewhere—the people were offering him a tasty young maiden for a midday treat. St. George, however, didn’t lash out at the sacrificing mob. He knew most were well-intentioned people, frightened and misguided, trying to keep their families alive. The real problem was the dragon. And the dragon, not the people, is the one he attacked.
I don’t know about you, reader, but I am convicted, challenged, encouraged and inspired! I love the saints!
St. George, pray for us!