Fr. Tribou told us that he was somehow able to rest in that love, knowing he was convicted of sin, but loved in order to be better. Tribou, in turn, dedicated his life to loving us not because we were already worthy, but in order that we might become deserving.
He wants us to use the bad to create more good. He wants us to pick up the crosses we have to bear and TAKE THEM WITH US while we follow Him.
Do you know what Isaac Jogues loved more than his fingers? Jesus, and Jesus’ people whom he was sent to serve. The very people who ate his fingers. Do you know what Isaac Jogues loved more than his own life? Jesus, and Jesus’ people whom he was sent to serve. The very people who put a tomahawk to his head.
St. Teresa of Avila’s beautiful prayer and advice is so simple but so very difficult in my everyday life.
Absolutely anywhere and in any era we have endeavored to present Jesus to the world, we have been killed for it. It is the stuff of historical record and the seedbed of the Church.
I am a cradle Catholic who attended 12 years of Catholic schooling and as a thirty something mother of two I still had no idea what Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament was.
I wonder if God places these subtle changes in the air to remind us that life is ever changing.
If you have ever seen a San Damiano cross you will notice something unique regarding the image of Christ displayed. Unlike many crucifixes, Jesus is not a corpse but rather represented as resurrected.
It’s true that if anyone on this earth has a Guardian Angel named Jerry Flickerman, it’s Aidan.
