Monday, March 21, 2016

The Dogs of God

Artwork By Christy Grandjean

In 1692 at Jürgensburg, Livonia, a church court called Thiess of Kaltenbrun as a witness of a robbery. What made this man unique was that he was an openly avowed werewolf.

Shocked at the man’s boldness at so openly admitting his crime, the judges asked him for more details. Thiess told of how witches would steal the grain and livestock of his land three times a year. He and his friends would transform into wolves and follow them on foot to Hell. There they fought the witches for their property. Should they win, the harvest for the following year would be bountiful. Should they lose, the witches would ruin the harvest with storms or drought. The old man was quite proud of his service to the good people of his village.

The judges were unsure of how to proceed. They asked Thiess if he had made a contract with the devil. The man was indignant. “I, good sirs, am a dog of God.” He staunchly defended his standing as a good Christian, citing all he had done in his service as a werewolf. No matter how much the judges pressed him, he would not admit to having done any wrong.

In the end, the church court gave Thiess ten lashes and sent him into exile for his heresy, no doubt assuming that the 80-year-old man would not be around much longer anyway.

Thiess’ punishment is actually quite in line with what Jesus prescribed to the Nephites:
But if he repent not he shall not be numbered among my people, that he may not destroy my people, for behold I know my sheep, and they are numbered. (3 Nephi 18:31)
Those who refuse to conform to the fold are not counted as part of it. Sheep are humble, meek, and easily lead. They are fully dependent on the shepherd and trust him implicitly. A good sheep is an obedient sheep. However, sometimes those aggrieved members aren’t sheep at all, but ravening wolves, the false prophets and servants of Satan that Elder Nelson recently warned us about. And the scriptures are very clear about what to do with wolves:
And behold, if a wolf enter his flock doth he not drive him out? Yea, and at the last, if he can, he will destroy him. (Alma 5:59)
The issue I face is that I am most certainly a wolf, not a sheep.

Wolves are nothing like sheep. Their trust must not only be won, but maintained. They will follow a leader, but only so long as he is fit to lead. They know their place in the pack hierarchy, but will vie for higher status, and will fiercely defend themselves if another thinks them of lesser worth. They are a family that embraces contention as normal, even healthy. They cooperate to survive and express genuine affection and play. Sheep need a master; wolves need a leader.

Somehow as a pup I was placed with the lambs and suckled alongside them. When we were all small fluff balls, there wasn’t much of a difference. It was only when we grew older that it became obvious that I couldn’t eat grass. I craved meat – in every sense of the word. And now there is the constant threat that if the shepherds notice me, they’ll surely chase me out.

I could leave of my own accord, of course. The World is wide open, ripe for the taking. Yet I do not want to leave. The sheepfold is my home, the sheep my friends, the Master Shepherd my leader. So what’s a poor wolf to do?

Fortunately, I have some legal rights:
Nevertheless, ye shall not cast him out of your synagogues, or your places of worship, for unto such shall ye continue to minister; for ye know not but what they will return and repent, and come unto me with full purpose of heart, and I shall heal them; and ye shall be the means of bringing salvation unto them. (3 Nephi 18:32)
I may not be allowed to be a part of the fold, but I can stay inside the pen as long as I care to remain. The shepherds aren’t allowed to chase me too far away, though they can deny me the sheep’s food. But I couldn’t digest it anyway. It is hard to adjust sometimes, when before I was promised that I would always be provided for. After all, did not He who made the Lamb make me?

In many ways I am also like the Greek woman who came to beg Jesus to heal her daughter.
But Jesus said unto her, Let the children first be filled: for it is not meet to take the children’s bread, and to cast it unto the dogs. And she answered and said unto him, Yes, Lord: yet the dogs under the table eat of the children’s crumbs. (Mark 7:27-28)
Wolves are very proud creatures. While we may submit to an alpha wolf that has earned our trust, we would never accept a position lower than we deserve. And now we are asked to be the lowest of the low, to be denied the food of gospel ordinances and merely catch the crumbs that our brothers and sisters drop from the table of full Church membership. How could a wolf ever take a place among the lowly dogs?

Yet I know I can never go back to being a sheep. And I don’t want to leave. So I circle the sheep pen, watching the shepherds tremble at this wolf who won’t leave them alone like all the others that they have cast out before. The Master Shepherd is silent and watches me too.

And I wonder, am I a dog of God, or a ravening wolf?

2 comments:

  1. I feel the I understand the point you are making and contribute my positive support. I'm afraid the message your are trying convey is confusing: how and who is defined as a wolf and having a metaphor tying to 3 Nephi that seems inconsistent. I don't agree that Christ is thee one casting your defined wolves out or destroying them but rather the members are doing the casting and destroying

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    1. Thanks for the input, clmeha. There are intentional ambiguities and conflations in this article. The final question is a real one. I honestly don't know if what I do is supportive or destructive towards God's plans. So I do my best and will see what comes of it later in life, I suppose.

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