Well, sometimes what you want isn’t what God wants for you. I’m a mom. I love my kids to death. A lot of times they don’t get what they want from me, they sometimes even get mad at me and say they hate me, they want to know why everything has to be “your way, Mom!”
Why don’t you want to be a saint? You do know that God is going to make you into one, right? As I tell my kids, if we don’t become saints, and we go to Heaven, it isn’t going to be Heaven for very long!!
You do realize that sanctity isn’t something that you do for God–as if the Creator of the entire universe needed you to accomplish things–but something that makes you into the kind of man that will give you joy?
I teach religious education, too. One day, we were talking about the story of the prodigal son. I asked them what the point of the story was. They said, “Don’t spend all your money! Invest some of it!”
I had to explain to them that this inheritance was not money that the father had sitting in a bank account. It had been vineyards and farms and other projects, that gave people jobs, that fed those in need, that gave them community. Imagine how joyful it must have been, to be an employee of that father! Kind of like being an angel, in fact! There simply was no better place for that wealth than where the Father had it.
The story shows that the prodigal son, in contrast, used the money in ways that left people worse than they were before. He had taught people to use him as a thing, as no more than a disposable source of personal pleasure, rather than a source of joyful and sustaining relationship, as the father had. It wasn’t just the son’s friends who let him down. It went both ways.
Likewise, the older son thought he was working for the father because the father needed his labor. But this was an extremely wealthy man with many servants! He didn’t need his sons to work for the sake of their labor! He needed his sons to work his concerns because that was the only way they would mature into men like him. To a father like that, there could be nothing more loving act than raising sons like himself. What could give a man greater joy, than to be like that father? That was clearly the father’s goal, not increasing his own landholdings or power.
In other words, neither son appreciated why the father asked them to do what he had asked them to do, or why they needed to refrain from doing what he asked them to refrain from. (I don’t think we need to wonder much about what kind of friends the older son had in mind with regards to the goat barbeque he had been denied!)
I would look again at this business of becoming a saint. You aren’t going to become Mother Theresa or Padre Pio. Sinners are tediously alike, but every saint is an entirely new creation, the full realization of that person’s deepest being. Saints, once saints, don’t want to go back. They want to go forward. That is where your happiness lies, kiddo!