Praise for Saints of Feather and Fang: How the Animals We Love and Fear Connect Us to God
Caryn Rivadeneira finds holiness in wild and domesticated creatures. There are cuddly pets here, but there are coyotes, hedgehogs, and snakes as well. This is an honest God-experience. We feel stroked or companioned at times, but frightened and mystified just as often.
Jon M. Sweeney, author of Feed the Wolf and The Complete Francis of Assisi
For curious animal lovers who cherish God, talented author Caryn Rivadeneira has compiled a beautifully inspiring look at how creatures of the animal kingdom serve as spiritual guides for the growth of human souls. Surprising and original, it is a glorious reflection on humanitys connection to the joy and power of the Lords feather and fang fellowship.
Patricia Raybon, award-winning author of My First White Friend: Confessions on Race, Love, and Forgiveness and I Told the Mountain to Move: Learning to Pray So Things Change
From comparing Gods love to that of a mama eagle, to likening pit bulls to the good Samaritan and exploring the anywhen of liminal places, Saints of Feather and Fang is full of surprises. Author, animal lover, and seminarian Caryn Rivadeneira is fierce, funny, and fresh in these pages as she examines what animals can teach us about our Creator.
Jennifer Grant, author of Dimming the Day and other books
Animals have always been my teachers, my mentors, my inspiration. In them, I see the face of the Creator. Caryn Rivadeneiras sometimes sweet, sometimes funny, always touching stories remind us that each of Gods creatures is sacred and holy, with lessons to teach us all about Gods love.
Sy Montgomery, author of The Soul of an Octopus and How to Be a Good Creature
The psalmist tells us that the heavens declare the glory of God, but what does that really mean? From pit bulls and snakes to hedgehogs and sheepdogs, this book will inspire the reader to imagine and explore what creation might be proclaiming about God.
April Fiet, author of The Sacred Pulse: Holy Rhythms for Overwhelmed Souls
Caryn Rivadeneiras sparkling mosaic of stories, science, and Scripture about animals will have you seeing God in the octopi, donkeys, and crows. Warmly, and with wit, she reveals One Great Love streaming through everything that breathes, redeeming us all, together.
Gayle Boss, author of All Creation Waits: The Advent Mystery of New Beginnings and Wild Hope: Stories for Lent from the Vanishing
Caryn Rivadeneira writes that animals help us to understand and see Gods greatness and goodness better; this book did just that for me. Saints of Feather and Fang is a book to be savored.
Suzy Flory, New York Times bestselling author or coauthor of sixteen books
Saints of Feather and Fang
Saints of Feather and Fang
How the Animals We Love and Fear Connect Us to God
Caryn Rivadeneira
Broadleaf Books
Minneapolis
SAINTS OF FEATHER AND FANG
How the Animals We Love and Fear Connect Us to God
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To Henrik, Greta, and Fredrik
Contents
All creatures of our God and King
Lift up your voice with us and sing.
Saint Francis of Assisi
I have always loved animals. Family lore tells of me reaching for our giant husky-shepherd mix the moment I came home from the hospital, refusing to speak to grown-ups but happily running to greet every strange dog I encountered, and hiding from the costumed characters at Disney World, instead following tiny chipmunks into the bushes.
When my own memories kick in, the story doesnt change. I rejected baby dolls and Barbies, preferring the company of the piles of stuffed animals that overwhelmed my bedroom. My most perused book was National Geographic Book of Mammals. Id spread the volumes open and study the pictures and information, returning again and again to the spread on bats, hoping to squelch my fear. (It worked! More on this later.)
The stories demonstrating my deep love of animals are endless. A million spring to mind. But since this is a book about animals and God, its important that I mention this: though I have been a Christian nearly my whole life, I have not always loved Jesus.
You heard that right.
I was baptized as an infant in a Lutheran congregation and taken to church most Sundays of my youth. I had a mystical experience with God at age seven that led me to believe in Gods actual realness and presence. All this time, I would have said I loved Jesus. But I never really did. Heres how I know.
My grandmother died when I was seventeen. She was a devout Christian woman, although she didnt go to church. Not in the years I knew her, at least. TV preachers were her thing. I still have notebooks filled with notes and questions shed jot down as she watched church from the comfort of her chair.
My grandma had some weird beliefs. In fact, I believe the best Christians do. But one that I never questioned was her stance that if dogs werent in heaven, she didnt want to go there either.
This made complete and total sense to meuntil, that is, my late twenties, when I mentioned this bit of theology to a Christian acquaintance. She laughed and then said, Good thing well be so happy to see Jesus, we wont even care if our dogs arent there!
Total gut punch.
It was the worst thing Id ever heard.
But that was when I realized I didnt love Jesus. I believed in Jesus (in a wrestling, antagonistic sort of way). I followed Jesus (in a middle-class American sort of way). And I proclaimed Jesus (in my reserved way).
But I didnt love him. Because I could not for one second fathom being happier to see Jesus than I wouldve been to see Sven or Faith or Gus.
It wasnt even close.
But it wasnt just the idea of not being happy to see my dogs that threw me. When I gave heaven or a new earth any thought, I never cared about mansions or streets of gold. Yes, I wanted reunions with loved ones and conversations with Cleopatra (I believe in a big God). For sure, I wanted relationships with no suffering.
But mostly, I wanted the lion lying down with the yearling. I wanted the child playing with the cobra. I wanted the garden of Eden where I could scratch the cheeks of a mama grizzly and nuzzle a moose.
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