Monday and MLK

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”

“I have decided to stick to love… Hate is too great a burden to bear.”

“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.”

“People fail to get along because they fear each other; they fear each other because they don’t know each other; they don’t know each other because they have not communicated with each other.”

Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.


I am a minister and a storyteller.  I believe that we all carry sacred stories within us that are ours alone, and that we carry the sacred stories of great people as well as our sacred scriptures.   I believe these stories shape us, and help us to act in ways that help the arc of our moral universe bend toward justice.

In the United States of America, the third Monday in January is the day set aside to celebrate and honor Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.  It is not his birthday, it is not the day he died – it is just an ordinary Monday.  (Well, except when there is an inauguration of a president.) And what is more fitting or more honoring than to look at the principles that he lived his life by, daily, and what could be more fitting than to consider living our lives by those principles as well?

In his first book, Stride Toward Freedom, Rev. Dr. King outlines the fundamental tenets of nonviolence.  These have been handily compiled by the Martin Luther King, Jr. Center for Non-violent Social Change – now simply called the King Center. The are also on – but please choose the center for more complete information.

  1.  Nonviolence is a way of life for courageous people.
  2.  The Beloved Community is the framework for the future.
  3.  Attack forces of evil, not persons doing evil.
  4.  Accept suffering without retaliation for the sake of the cause to achieve the goal.
  5.  Avoid internal violence of the spirit as well as external physical violence.
  6.  The universe is on the side of justice.

As a storyteller, I went looking for stories to tell in church yesterday.  I wanted a story attached to history – what is sometimes called a ‘true story’ to distinguish it from ‘fairy tales’ — but since I believe there is truth in every story, even if the facts may be suspect, my version of history may be suspect too…

So I went looking and listening for a story to honor justice and nonviolence.

History repeats itself – and we have many lessons of the effectiveness of non-violence as a means of social change – some we are very familiar with, but the core of the story has been shifted for different reasons and agendas over time.  So often does this happen, in fact, that we forget that it is non-violence that wins the race, non-violence is the tortoise of our history. Sometimes, the story has shifted so much that we can’t even see the essential message or core that makes it a sacred story.  Sacred stories speak universal truths.


Sacred stories last because something in their very core speaks to our very core – and they contain questions we need to be continuously mindful of asking.

So I went listening for a sacred story of non-violence and I heard the howling of a wolf.  Really?  I was reading stories from the march to Selma, and of Mohandas Gandhi before be was Mahatma, and still the wolf was calling to me.  At first I thought of the two wolves that live in all of us, and wondered which one was this that was crying out – the aggressive, jealous, angry one or the loving, compassionate one.


But the howls continued, and I realized I needed to simply stop and listen.  So I did.  And this is the story I heard.

It is an old story, but a historic one, told by many people to many other people, until it was written down around 1390.

It takes place in a small village in Italy called Gubbio around the year 1209.


There was a WOLF.


There was a village.


And there was a traveling man:


Giovanni Francesco di Bernardone

The wolf was in every way the Big Bad WOLF – eating sheep, and goats — and in one version of the story he even ate a whole cow.


And killing people: a young shepherd,


A town guard,


A family man,


and in one version, even eating them.


And everyone was terrified.


Before there was this wolf, there were a lot of wolves, but the townspeople and the shepherds and the cowherds were successful in chasing them all away.  Or, truth be told, in some cases trapping and killing them, for they were EVIL, you know – everybody knew that wolves were evil.


And so it was even more proof that this one wolf was even more evil than all the others, for it stayed.


First it was just taking lambs, then sheep, and goats (and some say it ate a whole cow) — but then it attacked the shepherd. (And some say he ate the shepherd, too!)

Which, of course, brought out the town guards, but no sooner had they raised their bows and arrows than the wolf sprang on them.  Killing the first one who raised his bow and shot his arrow, the wolf grabbed the other man’s leg – but only got his shoe and the man was free. The wolf limped back into the woods, and the man limped back to the village.

The very next day, Giovanni Francesco di Bernardone walked into town.  (Well, in some versions of this story the townspeople come to where he was living and asked him to come.)  But  either way, he arrived at the village of Gubbio.  He sat down with the villagers and listened very carefully to all their tales of the wolves, and this wolf in particular.

And then he said,

“Now, I am going to talk to the wolf.”

“NOOOOOOOOO!!” cried the people. “You can’t do that – he will kill you!”

But Giovanni Francesco went anyway.

In some stories he is accompanied by two men, in some stories they are friars, in some, villagers… in some stories, many townspeople follow, but get so scared when they see the wolf that they run back to their homes.  And in one version, one man hides behind a rock.  (Which is how, I guess, we know this part of the story.)

Suddenly, the wolf is there, right in the middle of the path.

And the wolf prowls around Francesco, and Francesco, he just stands there.  In some stories, he makes the sign of the cross toward the wolf.  In early versions, he crosses himself.  But in both, he just stands there.




And then the wolf just stands there, looking.

And then Francesco sits down.  And then the wolf sits down.  And tells Francesco his story.

“First, I am not a he-wolf, I am a she-wolf,” she says. “No one ever really saw me.”

“I was hit by a rock on my paw as a puppy, so when the pack was chased away, I could not run.  I stayed in the woods and my paw healed.  I would rather chase rabbits for food, but I am no longer fast enough, so I was eating the lambs.  But as winter came and the rest of the lambs were slaughtered, I ate a sheep, but the shepherd caught me and tried to kill me, and in the fight he died, so I ate him.  And then came the two men with big rocks and points on sticks, and they tried to kill me, and I killed one of them. But I did not eat him… yet.”

And Francesco listened.

And he prayed.

And some say it looked like the wolf prayed too, but I can not speak to that – for who can tell what is a prayer to another, simply by looking?

I can say that Francesco did not throw a rock at the wolf.   He told the wolf how scared the people were, the wolf told of how scared she was.

She promised that if the people would feed her, she would stop preying on their sheep and goats and cows.  And if they stopped trying to kill her, she would stop trying to kill them.  Some say this is because the wolf saw that humans were made in God’s image, but I do not know that – I think she just saw the divine love before her in that moment.   And they both recognized each other as brothers.  As in monks.  As in members of a beloved community.  For it is said that then they each reached out to the other, hand placed in paw, or paw placed in hand – heart to heart.

And so it was that Francesco and the wolf walked back to the village.  By the time they reached the fountain in the center of town, the whole village was there — astonished at the site of the peaceful wolf, astonished at the sight of the man peacefully beside her.

And the people saw the wolf was lame, and she saw they were scared.  And everyone was sorry.  And everyone told their stories.  And everyone received forgiveness.  And so it was that every morning and every evening she would go from house to house and they would share their food, and she would guard the town all night.

And it was that way until she died, in the natural way, of the natural wearing-out causes.  It is said that Francesco even made an agreement with and for the town dogs – If they would respect the wolf, the wolf would respect them – and so it was that the dogs got to be outside in the day, but got to sleep inside their homes at night.

Giovanni Francesco di Bernardone continued on his journey to Rome.   And this is the end of this tale.  St. Francis, for that is how we now call him, always said goodbye using this phrase –


Pace e Bene


Peace is Good.  I believe Rev. Dr. King would agree. I know I do.

“People fail to get along because they fear each other; they fear each other because they don’t know each other; they don’t know each other because they have not communicated with each other.”

Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Love each other,

Listen with love.

Together we can heal the world.

Amen, Namaste, Blessed Be,

Pace e Bene






About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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1 Response to Monday and MLK

  1. teenieyogini says:

    Oh. I so love this. Beautifully told!!! Thank you! ❤

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