dragonheartHere’s a story to make you laugh (I hope) and ponder:

Shaking from the brutal cold and overcome by hunger, a drifter stood at the backdoor of a cheap, dirty restaurant and inn.  Very timidly, he knocked.  The door jerked open and he was greeted by a rather hefty matron wearing a filthy apron.  “What do you want?” she snarled at him.  “Ma’am,” he replied shyly, “I’m cold and terribly hungry.  Could you spare a bit to eat?”  The woman snorted and said, “What? You look fit enough to work! I don’t give handouts to good-for-nothing deadbeats like you.” And, still ranting, she slammed the door shut in the poor beggar’s face.

Standing there in the cold, windy silence of the evening, the drifter heard squeaking above his head.  When he looked up, he saw a small plank hanging from a chain.  The plank read, in sloppy, hand-painted letters: “Inn of Saint George and the Dragon.”  Again, the man gently knocked on the door.  Again, it was jerked open.  “Are you still here, you bum?” the old matron barked.  The drifter meekly replied, “Is this really the Inn of Saint George and the Dragon?”  Frustrated and at her wits end, the woman barked back, “Yeah!  Can’t you read?”  And again, meekly, the drifter said, “Now that I have spoken with the dragon, may I speak to Saint George?”


The truth is, the saint in all of us is just a hair’s breadth away from the dragon in all of us.  And the most promising way to tame the dragon in ourselves – and others – is by tapping into the traces of the saint within ourselves.