Like your aunt I have my grandfather who died when I was sixteen, he was not a religious man in the sense that we have come to understand, but Christ came through him very clearly. I did idolize my grandfather growing up before I came to Christ. Now when I think of my grandfather I see him pointing to Christ, for it was Christ in him that would place his arm around me while we would walk when I was just a little guy. My grandfather had a huge part in my conversion to Christ and His Church, a man who evangelized without even knowing it. I believe they are rare. I am glad to know that God does know him well even though he did not know God.
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She gives up her life and her many talents to God each day and does it with great love and generosity. I am blessed to know her.
My dear aunt will never be a “canonized” saint but she will certainly have a place very close to God.
Love and peace
Many are recognized by the church for their level of humility, but many more are always recognized by God, he sees them finding their creator and then helping others find Him as well. I know that it is His Son that He always sees, it is in His Son that a Saint is Canonized, or just plain recognized.
I remember entering a monastery in Ogden for the first time, I had never been around nuns like this before. I heard only the bad growing up. I have a few places and times in my mind that I remember well and cherish very much. Walking in there was one of them. There were about eight that I met, mostly older. This night alone, this 60 minutes or so would convert any soul to Christ if one was truly searching with an open heart. If I was down to nothing, only the cloths on my back, sores all over my broken body, hungry, thirsty and abandoned I would walk through those doors and I would be home. I know your aunt would be there.
