St. George's Day
- Get link
- X
- Other Apps
When you hear the name “Saint George,” and the picture of a knight killing a dragon comes to mind, then you’ve got the right idea. St. George is considered to be the patron saint of many European kingdoms and countries though (as it often goes with historical figures), he is remembered most by the most romantic tales than by his true historicity.
Could there have been a “missionary” effort in terms of signs and wonders for this Roman soldier, a follower of Christ, to come along and slay the dragon/crocodile? Could he have received his fame among the kingdoms by bringing the message of salvation into the pagan world? It is not difficult to hear the voices of the villagers as they trade and travel, telling others of this one who came in the name of Jesus and killed their dragon--physically and spiritually.
Various histories agree that George was born to a Greek family in Israel nearly 275 years after Christ and include his subsequent following in his father’s footsteps by serving in the Roman army. There are indications that Emperor Diocletian knew George’s father, so that helped; that is, until Diocletian banned Christianity. George was martyred for rejecting the new Romanism and for holding on to his faith as a follower of Christ.
The story of St. George killing the dragon is rich in symbolism: first, one recalls the biblical imagery of the defeat of Satan, described as “that great dragon” in scripture. This imagery glorifies Christ by picturing the faith of George overcoming the Roman empire, which suggests another view of the picture: the demise of Rome.
The idea of George and the dragon may have come from an actual historical event--or something like it. Picture an ancient village living under the folk religion and fear of spiritual realm. Nearby there lies a stream inhabited by a dragon, a crocodile. The villagers need water and fish the stream, but often disturb the animal, so they offer sacrifices of sheep or other animals. Imagine their terror and appeals to the spiritual realm as they maybe lose an innocent child (“virgin”) to the beast.
Could there have been a “missionary” effort in terms of signs and wonders for this Roman soldier, a follower of Christ, to come along and slay the dragon/crocodile? Could he have received his fame among the kingdoms by bringing the message of salvation into the pagan world? It is not difficult to hear the voices of the villagers as they trade and travel, telling others of this one who came in the name of Jesus and killed their dragon--physically and spiritually.
Popular posts from this blog
I’ll Be Gnome For Christmas
The Island-Fish
“O ye passengers, whom may God preserve! come up quickly in to the ship, hasten to embark, and leave your merchandise, and flee with your lives, and save yourselves from destruction; for this apparent island, upon which ye are, is not really an island, but it is a great fish that hath become stationary in the midst of the sea, and the sand hath accumulated upon it, so that it hath become like an island, and trees have grown upon it since times of old; and when ye lighted the fire upon it, the fish felt the heat, and put itself in motion, and now it will descend with you into the sea, and ye will all be drowned: then seek for yourselves escape before destruction, and leave the merchandise.—The passengers, therefore, hearing the words of the master of the ship, hastened to go up into the vessel, leaving the merchandise, and their other goods, and their copper cooking-pots, and their fire-pots; and some reached the ship, and others reached it not. The island had moved, and descended...
“And so, about this tomb of mine . . . “
“VANITY, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews—sons mine … ah God, I know not! Well— She, men would have to be your mother once, Old Gandolf envied me, so fair she was! What’s done is done, and she is dead beside, Dead long ago, and I am Bishop since, And as she died so must we die ourselves, And thence ye may perceive the world’s a dream. Life, how and what is it? As here I lie In this state-chamber, dying by degrees, Hours and long hours in the dead night, I ask “Do I live, am I dead?” Peace, peace seems all. Saint Praxed’s ever was the church for peace; And so, about this tomb of mine. I fought With tooth and nail to save my niche, ye know: —Old Gandolf cozened me, despite my care; Shrewd was that snatch from out the corner South He graced his carrion with, God curse the same! Yet still my niche is not so cramped...