Who among us would rejoice when hurt? Or hopeful in the midst of death?
I can’t help but think of the many martyrs in the Catholic Church. I recalled how the first Christians sung, in the movie Quo Vadis, awaiting their turn to be eaten alive by the lions. Or the many unnamed martyrs who fell victims of hatred- religious or ethnic, culture or race- yet stood courageously and defended their faith [the bombings and tortures experienced by our brothers in all parts of the world, whose concerns should be ours, mine.]
Ironically, Catholics don’t rejoice over suffering yet when given the chance to witness rejoices willingly as their eyes are fixed not on this world but of the glory awaiting them. They, who will inherit the kingdom of God because of being persecuted for righteousness’ sake, the glory we rarely [seriously, never] think of.
We fashion on mundane glory. And, none of us, can deny this inevitable and indispensable truth. No one walks on this earth unperturbed of hunger for glory [glories, i may add]. However, I can’t deny the salient reality that there are men and women who rises above human glory.
These are men and women who never exhibited extraordinary holiness or heroism, nevertheless, are soaked in the reality of life and brought it to perfection through their ordinary love and faithfulness inspite their weakness and sinfulness.
No one so sinful that he/she can’t be holy [and may be raised to sainthood].
Saints are people like you and me, sinful, weak yet fixed in their goal.
Sept. 28 – Feast: St. Lorenzo Ruiz de Manila, martyr
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