On the way to Church this morning, I saw something interesting. A hawk swooped down on a dove that was sitting on a powerline. The hawk drove the dove to the ground, tearing it’s chest open. The hawk wasn’t much bigger than the dove… it was a small hawk. Not sure of the species. The hawk tried, but was unable to carry the dead dove off. So it feasted on it’s kill where it laid. One of my younger boys who saw this as well, declared that this was “COOL!”
The dove is the symbol of peace. The hawk is the symbol of war. These are the symbols that society placed upon them. In reality both just live to their nature. The dove, lives at peace, pecking up seeds and bread crumbs as given them. The hawk lives it’s life by hunting and preying upon what it can so it can eat… it doesn’t look for handouts. It doesn’t wait to be given something. It’s proactive.
There is a saying that I used to have posted… “Pacifism is a privilege of the protected.” This phrase was put to the test. The dove can’t protect anything. It lives at the will of the hawk.
I know some people like the Dove. They protest all violence and feel morally superior because they are all about “Peace” above all else. And that’s great, because they are protected. I wish I could be that way too… but I can’t. Because I have the Moral Responsibility and Obligation to protect my family. So until Hawks change their diet…