No, this isn’t going to be a potted biography of this great Saint. You can all look that up on the web, for your sins! A great servant of Christ’s beloved poor, he reminds all of us, whatever our station in life, that where Catholics should be is down there with them: the poor with no shelter, no clothes, no food, or no clean water, yes, but few such are found where I live. There is a far larger constituency of the poor to be found, if we pan out:
The poor of mind and thought and wisdom, who find their world befogged, confusing.
The poor of hope, who despair.
The poor of health and ease, whose worries and pain lock them away.
The poor of soul, who cannot give to others, for they have nothing worthwhile to give.
I am sure I’ve forgotten some from the list, commenters please note.
When I am flailing around for something to write about here, I always turn to the Divine Office for inspiration. It is so easy nowadays to click that Universalis link (top right) and get straight to it without fumbling with ribbons and tissue thin pages. Being a lazy undisciplined creature, I read the Mass readings, and then the Office of Readings.
Not being a trained sermonator, I shall not bore you with my simplistic interpretations of todays readings. Rather, I urge you all, please, please, please, to go and prayerfully read them yourselves., and reap the riches therein.
As I was fixing the communal computer this Sunday evening, again, my youngest son walks in, and quite nonchalantly and offhand, asks “Dad, have we got house insurance?”
I answered in the affirmative (with ‘directline2God’, as it happens), and he wandered off.
Then I read Job 1:6-22. I really won’t sleep a wink at all, tonight!
Insomniacs, the poor of sleep (another for the list): “I am with you always”
Sayeth the Lord,