Today, there are seven of us at the noon Mass at St. Malachi. Eight if you count the homeless woman who wandered in during Communion and asked me if the celebrant could let her into the shelter next door because she needed her bags. (I directed her to the church office. She was very appreciative.)
My mind has been all over the place the last few days, and so it’s hard to completely settle into church. These are trying times if you’re attempting to strengthen your faith, but then it’s pretty easy compared to what others have endured. Remember St. Maximilian Kolbe’s story yesterday? My challenges are embarrassingly slight in comparison.
Today’s saint showed an equal amount of strength in the face of adversity. In 1883, St. Marianne Cope, one of the saints celebrated today, traveled from Syracuse, New York, to Hawaii to care for lepers. Dozens of other religious institutions had been asked but refused to go. Marianne and several of her fellow sisters answered the call.
Imagine giving up the life you had and traveling so far away to be with people others have shunned. And not knowing if you’ll be stricken with leprosy as well. (By the way, she never was.) Now that takes some power!
No one has asked me to care for lepers like St. Marianne Cope or jump into a hole and starve so someone else can live like St. Maximilian Kolbe. I think I can handle whatever small trials come my way.