Sunday, Nov 1
The thing about dressing up your children as saints each year around November 1st is that it makes you think. I think about whether or not I’m a good mom, daughter, and wife. I think about whether or not I’m doing a sufficient job as the primary educator of my children, especially in the faith. I reflect on my sins and my strengths, giving thanks for the gift of faith and asking for the grace to grow in virtue. My daughter, pictured above as St. Therese, my dear friend, sang my favorite “saint song” this past Thursday at school Mass. “For all the saints, who from their labors rest.” WHO FROM THEIR LABORS REST. Sometimes, I feel as though there is a whole lot of laboring going on here. But I’m not a martyr. I am not suffering at the hands of my persecutors or dying from tuberculosis. I’m living a pretty cushy life compared to St. Lucy, St. Francis, St. Therese, or St. Bernadette. Even the most ordinary is called to the extraordinary. And that is what I see when I meditate on the lives of the saints: ordinary people fixed on loving God. So simple, yet so very, very difficult at times. I’d love to rest from my everyday ordinary labors for all eternity with our Lord, the Blessed Mother, the saints and my loved ones. I mean, isn’t that what this time we have on earth is for? To know God, to love God, and to serve God in this world, so to be happy with him in the next? Yup. That’s it. So, you little precious saints of mine, it’s you and me. Let’s do this. Let’s work together with and through all the ordinary everyday stuff of life so that we can be together with our Lord and Savior, God, maker, Father in the next. All you holy men and women, all you Saints, help us! Pray for us! Show us the way!