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| From the film Thérèse (1986) directed by Alain Cavalier |
I had a crisis of faith over the past few weeks. I was not
questioning any points of doctrine or doubting God and His existence,
but I was doubting whether or not I, as a middle class American with so
many comforts, could ever really live life of heroic virtue. The doubt
came from a combination of circumstances, the first being the bleakness
of a winter that has no end in sight, the second being the deaths of a
number of people close to me or close to those I know, the third being
considering the lives of a couple of saints through film.
The winter is self-explanatory. It is getting pretty long here in
Minnesota, even though it has been mild compared to last winter. But
when the 20s seem warm, you know you have a winter problem. The glumness
of winter wears a person down, and opens one up for doubts. Further,
Lent is looming on the horizon and as I think about what to do for Lent,
all of my faults and tendencies towards sin stare up accusingly at me.
Then there are those who have died. The first was a neighbor, an
elderly man of Christian faith, leaving behind his kind widow. They have
been great neighbors, and for my children he is the first person that
they knew personally to pass away. They pray for his soul daily, just as
they prayed for him to overcome his cancer daily. The second was the
father of a good friend. This also affected my kids, since he is the
grandfather of some of their friends. The third was a young husband and
father, whom I never knew personally, but was friends with many people I
know from college. He had a month-long battle with advanced cancer and
left behind three children and a pregnant wife. The final death was that
of one of my parents’ dear friends, a woman whom I have known my entire
life. She was a woman who always served, always loved, and always
prayed. I pray and hope for all of their salvations, but it made me
think about my own death and realize that I am failing to live a fully
Christian life in so many ways. Would people hope for my salvation in
the same way that they hope for these people?
On top of this, I saw a powerful movie about the life of St. Vincent de Paul,
Monsieur Vincent (1947),
directed by Maurice Cloche. St. Vincent de Paul had a comfortable life
of ease serving a wealthy family, but, being unsatisfied with what he
was doing there and with the comfort of his own life, decided to devote
his life to the poor. He served as a bridge between the rich and the
poor, always calling the rich to do more for the poor, and never seeing
himself as doing enough. “I must do more,” was his continual
realization.
Then there was the movie
The Flowers of St. Francis (1950), directed by Roberto Rossellini, and based on the classic book
The Little Flowers of Saint Francis.
The film focused on his life after he established his first community
of brothers. You see his desire for simplicity, his serving of the poor,
and his calling on of his others to holiness. You see that he was a
passionate person, who always felt that he had too much. He stripped
himself of all material comforts, keeping the bare minimum. His brothers
did the same. These lives of the saints made me realize that I am not
doing enough and that I take too much pleasure in my bourgeois middle
class comforts. The hours I spend reading articles online, socializing,
enjoying my sturdy, warm house, eating good food seem extravagant
compared to the lives of the poor who barely have enough clothing, whose
homes are in disrepair, who live have no way of living within their
means for their means are so limited. Why am I so blessed materially and
they are not? It made me wonder if I should be making radical changes
with my life, like those of St. Francis or serving the poor endlessly
like St. Vincent de Paul. Can someone living a comfortable life like
mine really become a saint?
Then my husband and I saw a beautiful movie,
Thérèse
(1986) directed by Alain Cavalier, about St. Thérèse of Lisieux. And
just as she always does, St. Thérèse showed me how I am to live a life
of holiness. My realization that even a person raised in the middle
class with bourgeois values can live a real life of holiness, was
similar to the epiphany Thomas Merton had when he first read about St.
Thérèse:
“It was never, could never be, any surprise to me that
saints should be found in the misery and sorrow and suffering of
Harlem, in the leper-colonies life Father Damian Molokai, in the slums
of John Bosco’s Turin, on the roads of Umbria in the time of St.
Francis, or in the hidden Cistercian abbeys of the twelfth century…
But what astonished me altogether was the appearance
of a saint in the midst of all the stuffy, overplush, overdecorated,
comfortable ugliness and mediocrity of the bourgeoisie. Therese
of the Child Jesus was a Carmelite, that is true: but what she took into
the convent with her was a nature that had been formed and adapted to
the background and mentality of the French middle class of the late
nineteenth century, than which nothing could be imagined more complacent
and apparently immovable. The one thing that seemed to me more or less
impossible was for grace to penetrate the think, resilient bourgeois smugness and really take hold of the immortal soul beneath the surface…
She became a saint, not by running away from the
middle class, or by the environment which she had grown up: on the
contrary, she cling to it in so far as one could cling to such a thing
and be a good Carmelite. She kept everything that was bourgeois
about her and was still not incompatible with her vocation: her
nostalgic affection for a funny villa called “Les Buissonnets,” her
taste for utterly oversweet art, and for little candy angels and pastel
saints playing with lambs so soft and fuzzy that they literally give
people the creeps…” (Thomas Merton, The Seven Storey Mountain, pp424-425)
St. Thérèse showed me that it is possible to have a deep spiritual
life, but to have my days spent serving my family, cleaning, and
cooking. She showed me that the key to holiness in my vocation is not to
sell all I have and give it to the poor (though serving and caring for
the poor I must do as I can), but making all that I do part of my
prayer. I must allow God’s grace to penetrate every aspect of my life. I
must be mindful of Him in everything that I do. I must live my vocation
of wife, mother, and teacher of my children. This is the life I have
chosen, this is the life I have been given, this is where God will make
me holy. Most of us are called to be holy where we are. Few of us are
called to lives like St. Francis of Assisi or St. Vincent de Paul. This
does not mean that we should ignore the poor, but part of living out
life as Christians is to serve the poor as we are called. And as a wife
and mother, my caring for my family must not be neglected.
God’s grace has the ability to penetrate the least likely of places,
and if He has put us in a specific place, called us to Him, and is not
calling us to leave where we are, we must trust that He is going to make
us holy where we are as long as we continually seek lives of grace and
discern whether we are doing enough
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