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Revisiting Teeny Tiny Martyrs

I was raised, in Catholic school, on stories of martyrs. These were gilded, shimmering beings who (I just knew) had floated through their lives on a plane above the rest of us, smiling at their hangmen and singing for joy in prison cells.

It did not occur to me that the wounds of such heroes might actually hurt. Nor that anyone called to such glory would not feel instantly glorious. Oh no. I was sure these shining ones were granted special dispensations from pain.

I even brought them, sometimes, into my young world of pretend.  Crossing arms across my chest, gazing wistfully at the sky with head tilted back, I glided across my front yard confident that I looked exactly like the painting on a holy card. 'Goodbye world... so long, family.... farewell, neighbors playing cowboys. I bequeath to you the cars in my sandbox and my swing hung on a tree and my black cocker spaniel.  As for me, I'm off to dance amid the flames.....'   

Fast forward many years. As a grownup in today's world, I recognize the truth that martyrdom hurts.  Prison cells are far from comfortable. Real people in real flames probably don't feel like dancing. 

I also recognize something else. I have finally gotten the message that sainthood isn't only for some.  It is for every single one of us. And martyrdom? Well, that's not a word we're tossing around lightly these days.

I have been thinking a lot, again, of the littlest martyrdoms. The ones you and I face, day after day after day. The thought of these little deaths is sticking with me, and I am seeing them more and more as opportunities. Chances to lay down my comfort, my popularity, my reputation, my pursuit of fun and luxury and entertainment; chances to stand up for the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

'That pain? You can offer it for this intention'
'When you're insulted for Me, choose to count it joy'
'Pray for My Church'
'Die to your own will in this matter'
'Intercede for an end to abortion'
'Take a stand for My truth about marriage'
'Pray for Godliness in the world'
'Do not participate in this evil'
'Don't react to that person in anger'
'No one is standing up for Me. Will you?'
'The world is in trouble. Do you see that? Will you let Me show you that? Will you work and pray and sacrifice for My truth even when it costs you?'

My little deaths to self are, when compared to true martyrdom, oh so tiny. My steps toward sainthood are wobbly and small.

But I am failing God if I don't take those steps. I'm failing Him when I don't cooperate with His call.

You and I? We may feel spiritually teeny.

But we have the call to be heroes. We have the call to be saints.


Text © 2015 Nancy Shuman. 
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Painting: Charles Amable Lenoir, Joan of Arc

This is a slightly edited repost from 2014. It is being linked with Theology Is A Verb and Reconciled To You for 'It’s Worth Revisiting Wednesday'    

'My Superior'

 
'I remember reading that obedience to one's superior is more meritorious than all the self-imposed mortifications, fastings, and prayers.

'Then I realized my superior is really my vocation as a wife and mother.  Therefore, my duties and responsibilities of motherhood must come first.  And, done with the right intention - for the greater glory of God - all my actions are lifted up in prayer.'  (from our friend Rose) 

Painting:  Charles Courtney Curran, Breakfast for Three, in US public domain because of age
 
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One More Thing

Recreation ceases with the ringing of the bell.  I wonder if anyone ever feels she'd like to finish this important conversation, or maybe add just one more teensy thought, before going to her assigned task for the afternoon.

Several days ago, one of our friends referred to a book by Blessed Columba Marmion.  "He mentions the importance of immediately responding to God's will," our friend says "... which will manifest differently for each soul. He talks about the fault of having the attitude of, 'in a minute...I just have to finish this one thing I am doing.'  How often I have said that!!  It really is a mortification to stop something we are engaged in to follow where God is calling us."

It is one of my own primary mortifications.  Or would be, if I graciously accepted it as such.  "I'll be there in a minute," I say (even if not in words) to people and tasks and, yes - all too often to prayer.  "I just need to finish this one more thing."  

I pray to hear and answer (promptly) the legitimate calls of "the bells."  

In the Parlor, we've had a discussion of fasting.  I think it's time for me to start fasting from "one more thing..." 

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