I figure a lot of bloggers will be posting roses today and tomorrow, so I decided to post a different flower. These are some of my favorite flower photographs, the peonies I snapped last summer. So instead of the story of St. Valentine, I will re-tell the story of how the peony got it's name. Once there was a very smart teacher of medicine and healing. In fact, he knew so much about it that he was made god of healing, and he was proud. He had an extremly smart student who found some medicine that was better than his, so the jealous teacher planned to kill the student. But the chief god Zeus heard about the plot and saved the student's life by turning the teacher into a beautiful flower. They named the flower after the student. What was his name? Peon. The flower became a Peony. This story is why the peony is considered the flower of healing. It's magical powers are said to ward off storms, demons, and nightmares. And protect shepherds and their flocks. But here is the ultimate healer and shepherd, who protected his flock with his life.
"Then Jesus made a circuit of all the towns and villages. He taught in their meeting places, reported kingdom news, and healed their diseased bodies, healed their bruised and hurt lives. When he looked out over the crowds, his heart broke. So confused and aimless they were, like sheep with no shepherd." The Message-Matthew 9:35,36