Story of a Saint

The first time I encountered the idea of sanctity being a thing that real people could actually do, I was a freshman in college doing readings for Spanish class. I was young, overly-engaged, liked being popular and probably caused way too much trouble in her local parish. Essentially, I was a teenager. But here, in the Life of St. Teresa was a nun- a saint- MY patron saint- who had many of the same characteristics, especially when she herself was a teen! She engaged questions about the self and our relationship with God and the Church- it also didn’t hurt that she was so gosh-darned snarky.

Today was her feast day. May we learn through her example to be total bad-asses. And also to follow the Christ.

It is no small pity, and should cause us no little shame, that, through our own fault, we do not understand ourselves, or know who we are. Would it not be a sign of great ignorance, my daughters, if a person were asked who he was, and could not say, and had no idea who his father or mother was, or from what country he came? Though that is a great stupidity, our own is incomparably greater if we make no attempt to discover what we are, and only know that we are living in these bodies and have a vague idea, because we have heard it, and because our faith tells us so, that we possess souls. As to what good qualities there may be in our souls, or who dwells within them, or how precious they are — those are things which seldom consider and so we trouble little about carefully preserving the soul’s beauty. All our interest is centred in the rough setting of the diamond and in the outer wall of the castle – that is to say in these bodies of ours.- The Interior Castle, First Mansion


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