|Be It Ever So Humble|
Meanwhile a reader is not doing so hot:
I'm currently waiting to sign a lease for an apartment. I've been praying more than usual because things are pretty tough right now. I've been waiting since February, it is now July. Not only has my patience been tested so has my faith. As a Catholic and having been born raised and even blessed with going to Catholic schools, I'm wondering if there is a patron saint to restore faith? I feel as though I've hit rock bottom and I'm trying to keep it together for my son. Thank you in advance.
Yes, of course there is! But before we get to that, can we pause for a moment and think about all the wonderful things you said?
You have a son. You live somewhere that is not a box in an alley or a car or a shelter. Someone sacrificed to send to Catholic school, we we know there are at least a handful of people who love you. In fact, everyone in the Catholic Church loves you.
We're not the "Church Suffering" (that's the Poor Souls in Purgatory). We're the Church Militant. It's our job to live up to the commands Jesus gave us.
Here's one: "Consider the lilies, they neither toil nor spin.
I'm not so sure you need a patron saint for lost faith as a saint to help you find your gratitude. I suggest St. Therese the Little Flower. She is a Doctor of the Church, so she can do double duty on finding your faith, as well.
St. Therese desperately wanted to be a missionary but she was too sickly for that. She never went anywhere but the cloister. She decided to do everything as though she was doing it for Jesus, Himself. She washed the floors as though He would be walking on them, for example.
I've always thought of her as a bit like Pollyanna. You remember her? She was always playing "the Glad game." Let's face it, it was a little irritating. Pollyanna's dad was a missionary. She so wanted a doll, but instead of a doll, someone sent crutches. Pollyanna was glad she didn't have to use them.
No, really, she was. That's why everyone loved her. Everything worked out fine for her. We think. She fell out of a tree and was paralyzed. But she had a rich aunt to take care of her and send her to the best doctors. I think. I'm a little fuzzy on the ending. It someone has a happy ending even though she falls out of a tree. For one thing, her crabby aunt feels terrible about pushing her away and finally realizes how much she loves the child. That's something to be glad about.
I suggest you play this game: every day, think of five things for which you are grateful. No repeats. I didn't make this game up and neither did Pollyanna. Oprah made it up. Good for her.