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Don_Jackson
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Joseph and Mary of Hungary…I pray I can reach even a fraction of their holiness.
I like Saint Maximilian Kolbe also…such a brave man.thanks to all who have posted so far. there is such a great mix of different saints, some well known and others unfamiliar. Some of the stories are truly very touching and inspiring.
some of my favorite saints are
St. Anthony of Padua
St. Maximilon Kolbe
St. Theresa of Liseaux for her message of the little way.
another who is not a saint yet is Fr. Solanus Casey and Blessed Mother Theresa of Calcutta.
Aww! Poor little thing!I also have to mention Nellie Organ, or “Little Nellie of Holy God” as she is usually known. She has not been canonized, and probably never will be, due to the fact that she died before her fifth birthday (at least that is the reason that Pius X gave for not considering her cause). But in her short lifetime she attained an amazing degree of sanctity. You can read about her life here - warning, you may need a hanky
mysticsofthechurch.com/2011/03/nellie-organ-little-nellie-of-holy-god.html
So many saintsIn honor of upcoming All Saints day, I am curious, who is your favorite Saint? Why?
How has that Saint helped you, inspired you? Can you share any answered prayer requests due to their intercession? What about their life or writings have helped you? thanks for sharing, I hope this will be an inspirational and encouraging thread.
that is a great story of yoursA few years ago, I had been angry at God. Really angry. We basically were not on speaking terms really. Or at least I was not speaking to Him anymore, with the exception of an occasional sarcastic remark. Remarks that should have brought lightning bolts down on my head.
What I got was a lightning bolt of a different sort: **Saint Damien of Molokai. **
I was angry about a lot of things. A horrible childhood that grew into a horrible adolescence. Failed relationships. Major health issues. Major financial issues. Things I felt I did not always deserve. I prayed to God but always felt ignored.
One day, I was bored and thought I would watch a movie called Molokai: the Father Damien Story. I watched it because one of my favorite actors was in it, not because I wanted to know anything about some guy named Damien. I watched it twice that day. The story of the priest intrigued me and I wanted to know more. So, I bought a book about Father Damien. And another…and another…until I knew his whole life story. And what an incredible story it was.
This missionary priest took care of thousands of patients suffering of leprosy at the colony on Molokai. They were all banished there by law, never having contact with family or friends ever again. They had not enough food, or clothing, or housing to sustain them all. In fact, there was no law in the colony. It was each man for himself. Damien gave his life for these people. He left his home country and never went back. He fought for their rights constantly. He got them more supplies. He built their houses, churches, and 2 childrens orphanages with his own hands. He dressed their contagious open sores and took care of the physical needs of the sick without fear of contracting the disease. He took that lawless community and made it a place to live rather than a just a place to die. He served those people equally, without regard to race, gender, or religion. And he did it, for the most part, alone.
He prayed for years to have nuns to assist him in the pitiful colony hospital, where even no doctor was willing to stay. He worked 18 hours a day, constantly begging his bishop and praying to God for help. Not too many were willing to go to Molokai for fear of contagion. Damien finally contracted leprosy himself in his 12th year in the colony. Even with his crippling disease, he worked relentlessly. He was terrified that no one would take care of his flock after he died. He prayed and prayed.
He suffered greatly with leprosy on his last 4 years on Molokai. When he was on his deathbed, his prayers were finally answered. Mother Marianne Cope was bringing 3 nuns with her to take over the care of the patients. She stayed there over 30 years herself. She is now Saint Marianne.
So…I look at my problems now. Failed relationships? Damien never had a relationship with anyone but God. He live chaste and died chaste. And I will now do the same. Financial difficulties? Yeah, I have them. But I lack nothing really. I have a flat screen TV…a computer…plenty in the fridge. Damien did not even have a bed to sleep on. He ate very little. For 7 months he ate nothing but poi, because thats all there was. Health problems? Yes, I have those too. But when I look at pictures Saint Damien’s battered, disfigured face, my problems seem much smaller. He had painful, open sores all over his body. He could barely walk from one place to another without falling, due to barely being able to feel his own feet. I have got NO problems compared to what this man went through.
Saint Damien brought me back to church, to a new relationship with God, and he changed the way I think about prayer and about my own health. He was the holiest man I have ever heard about, and his prayers were not always answered. He was not spared from illness. How could I feel like I should always be answered?
So, on All Saints Day, I will be celebrating this saint that has changed my life in so many ways.
I don’t get it.St of “Do Nothing”
Thank you!that is a great story of yours