Beauty in a Beast

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I meet You in the simplest faces
and when You open my eyes to You, the 
Lines fall, in pleasant places. Here even my braying turns to sweet incense, in Your Presence.
Here I pray, Abba, here

why’d You choose the donkey above all other animals to ride You from Birth, to Palm Sunday? Are donkeys just hard working, patient, clean? They bear a Cross on their backs, in bold dark fur.


I was once kicked by a baby donkey, at a bus stop, a 5am, between Stops.  The little one had a fringe hung down to its nose, wide dark eyes. When I touched its flank, Nj told me, "Do not touch it without it knowing you're there." 


Ofcourse I didn't listen, and received two firm short but sharp rear hooves in my leg. The Lil thing didn't budge or run in fear ( as a horse might, I read), it stood right there, and assessed danger. 
I've loved donkeys forever, maybe because they were Carriers of Jesus, and are still seen with Him in images. 



Makes me wonder if He'd trust me to be His carrier? Am I strong, humble, patient? Why'd You choose them above all other animals to ride You from birth, to Palm Sunday? And donkeys bear a Cross on their backs, in bold dark fur.  What's that?! 
 
Do I, simple human, or ass, know I can be an integral part of His Kingdom, indispensable to the Chapters of Christ..

..never taking credit for His life, never making a noise about myself, except that I live in the shadow of the Almighty Who loves me enough to be constantly seen with me? (No matter that I'm of no great caste, no great wealth or feat, except Him? )


Is why I love these Beauties. They remind me of Christ's bold Humility, of His Love that'd travel any grave mountain valley,  to get to you and me.