I found this lovely article on St. Therese today. It bothers me that many who love her do not know of her struggles with her faith and, thus, the magnitude of her triumph. Jesus told ‘Doubting Thomas’ that he believed because he had seen the wounds; but that those who had not seen and yet believed were even more blessed. St. Therese was one of those who was more blessed.
I was never much interested in the plaster saints so often presented in overly pious books. It is the flesh and blood struggle, the overcoming that fascinates me and fuels inspiration for me. I fell in love with St. Therese when I read several good biographies of her, her untameable mischief as a child (as one who has cared for dozens of children, looking at the very picture above you can see that, oh, this one is going to be trouble – but full of life and vigor. I like a lively, exuberant child. If they don’t exasperate me sometimes I figure they are not doing their job), the deeply profound struggles with faith. Hers was a truly heroic triumph. She is such a consoling saint companion, for when she walks with us in our darkest moments, she knows what they are, for she lived many of them.
I know today is St. Augustine’s Feast Day. Particularly important to me because I regard him as the patron of my conversion. I will write about him and St. Monica, his mother, and patron of HIS conversion, in a few days. But I really wanted to share this marvelous little piece with you.