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St. Therese and her Little Way

Another beautiful post from Rose Costa: 

St. Thérèse and her Little Way Rev. John F. Russell, O.Carm. Seton Hall University, South Orange, N.J. 07079 What is the meaning of “the little way” of St Therese? It is an image that tries to capture her understanding of being a disciple of Jesus Christ, of seeking holiness of life in the ordinary and the everyday. St Therese based “her little way” on two fundamental convictions: (1) God shows love by mercy and forgiveness, and (2) she could not be “perfect” in following the Lord. St Therese believed that the people of her time lived in too great a fear of God's judgment. The fear was stifling and did not allow people to experience the freedom of the children of God. St Therese knew from her life that God is merciful love; many scripture passages in the Old and New Testaments bore out that truth. She loved the maternal images for God in the Old Testament and the love of God for us in Jesus Christ. In fact, St Therese once wrote that she could not understand how anyone could be afraid of a God who became a child. She also knew that she would never be perfect. Therefore, she went to God as a child approaches a parent . . . with open arms and a profound trust. St Therese translated “the little way” in terms of a commitment to the tasks and to the people we meet in our everyday lives. She took her assignments in the convent of Lisieux as ways of manifesting her love for God and for others. She worked as a sacristan by taking care of the altar and the chapel; she served in the refectory and in the laundry room; she wrote plays for the entertainment of the community. Above all, she tried to show a love for all the nuns in the community. She played no favourites; she gave of herself even to the difficult members. Her life sounds so routine and ordinary, but it was steeped in a loving commitment that knew no breakdown. It is called a “little way” precisely by being simple, direct, yet calling for amazing fortitude and commitment. In living out her life of faith she sensed that everything that she was able to accomplish came from the generous love of God in her life. She was convinced that at the end of her life she would go to God with empty hands. Why? Because all was accomplished in union with God. Catholics and other Christians have been attracted to St Therese's style. Her “little way” seems to put holiness of life within the reach of ordinary people. Live out your days with confidence in God's love for you. Recognize that each day is a gift in which your life can make a difference by the way you choose to live it. Put hope in a future in which God will be all and love will consume your spirit. Choose life, not the darkness of pettiness and greed. St Therese knew the difference love makes by allowing love to be the statement she made each day of her life.

Another Fiat Every Day

believed to be house of the Blessed Virgin Mary at Ephesus (wikipedia)

Here is a quick response to my first post from my beautiful friend, Rose. Thanks be to God for the wisdom she shares with us:

Many times we feel helpless when we see souls bent on living for pleasure alone and still find at the end they can never feel satisfied--always looking for a new pleasure or goal to achieve in their need to give their lives meaning . They want to do something great or important or be admired for who they are, etc. *Yet Mary who is "the single boast of the human race" is Queen of heaven now, and what did she do that was so important ? Feed one baby, change the diapers, clean house, cook meals, and be a good neighbor even to those who thought of her as just another simple, domestic woman. Sometimes doing the simple, ordinary things in life, or the most monotonous things to do, is the hardest and greatest sacrifice a person could give to God to help Him save precious souls from damnation . When you have a special child, who is pure innocence and a victim soul of suffering through no fault of their own, and you watch them not grow normal like other children, it becomes like another Fiat every day at the foot of your hidden daily cross . AWWW but if you join it to Mary's and give it to Jesus at the foot of "THE CROSS" ( at Mass) it all becomes One in God's eyes. Your heart breaking, sufferings become Joy because Jesus takes your offering, which Mary joins to hers also, and with His Pure and Perfect Sacrifice, turns it to a Greater Good to save more souls. 

There is no True Love without sacrifice, so when you embrace yours in full knowledge of it's value, for love of neighbor and Jesus, you become another Mary hidden in the simple, mundane treasure of ordinary chores "Duty a part of Redemptive suffering ...a white martyrdom" even ...you and your special child are partners in "The Plan" of Our Lord and Savior, and because you choose to help Him in that mission Mary will always appeal to His grace to make you strong and totally able to say and love the Holy WILL of God, while still open to the fact that, if He wants to, He can cure your little one if it be the "better thing" for you & your child....God many times wants to give His special friends Greater Eternal things, or Miracles... when you are willing to drink the cup of His Wise and All Knowing LOVE for you . Here, after all things will become clear, TRUST and know He will Never Abandon you.Never. My daughter, too, who was only supposed to live a year, is 36 yrs. old now, and she is helping to save me, and we are both helping Jesus to Save her family, as well as and especially those who are handy capped "Spiritually" ... a much, much more serious sickness !

Love to you Cami, From Rose and my little Teresa Avila, a child like your Sophia. (We are truly blessed to have our "Burdens of Love".

The Beloved

            When Sofia was first diagnosed, at the age of 4, with pervasive developmental disorder, it was a terrifying time for me. We were living in a town where we had no extended family and no friends; it was the only place where Charles had been able, at that time, to find a job. And he was in denial about the serious developmental problems of our younger daughter. So I felt painfully alone. One day, as I was walking to our local supermarket with Sofia, I glanced to the right and for a split second saw Jesus walking in the same direction. Without saying a word to me, the Lord clearly communicated: “Do not be afraid; you are not alone; I am with you. We are walking together in the same direction.”

            When Sofia was very young, it was very difficult for me to take her to Mass, but I knew the Lord wanted me to do that. She could not sit still and could not be quiet, even though she could not communicate much with language. The Lord has given her the beautiful gift of a very lovely voice, and she can very quickly learn the melody of any song, and she loved to sing at Mass: “Jingle Bells,” “Puff the Magic Dragon,” or whatever else “the Spirit moved her” to sing. For a while I would take her to the “cry room,” but it seemed like she was even too distracting for people in there.

So I began taking her outside and walking the beautiful grounds, and we would take turns singing to each other, and I would talk to her about Jesus and Mary when we would visit the lovely statues on the church grounds. I will never forget the day that she climbed up to where she could see the Baby Jesus in Mother Mary’s arms, and she exclaimed with more awe than I have ever heard from anyone before or since: “Baby Jesus!” We would always go back in the church in time for me to receive Holy Communion, and for Sofia to receive a blessing from the priest.

 One Sunday Sofia was sick, and so I left her with her Dad and went to Mass with my older daughter. A friend of mine said, “You are really going to enjoy this Mass,” and, half-heartedly (because I was missing Sofia) I said, “Yes,” and I really hoped that I would enjoy the Mass more. But I didn’t. The surprising thing was that I was not only missing Sofia; I realized that I was not experiencing the same intense closeness to Jesus that I experienced when I was with Sofia; I was missing the powerful presence of the Lord that I experienced with Sofia.

A few nights after that, I had a dream of kneeling behind Sofia, and I hugged her to myself with great love, saying, “I love You, Jesus; I love You, Jesus…” over and over again. This is the first time that the Lord showed me so clearly that, in lovingly caring for Sofia, I was loving and serving Him. And the King will answer them, “Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brethren, you did it to Me” (Mt 25:40).

When Sofia was about 8 years old, we were members of a parish where the priest was really bothered by Sofia’s constant motion and noise. One Sunday, when I entered the church with both of my daughters (Sofia making her usual “noise”), the pastor did not even greet us. He waved us to the cry room. My heart was painfully pierced, knowing that my beloved daughter was not welcome with her “noise.” I took Sofia to the cry room, and I was the one who cried. Tears streamed down my face, as I silently cried about all of the times Sofia had been excluded and rejected. It hurt more than ever to have our pastor exclude us. But I knew why we were there. I knew we had come to honor Jesus, not the pastor, and so I said to Him, as I cried: “We are here for You, Lord, and He immediately responded to me, “You (both of my daughters and I) are welcome in My Heart.” I was immediately consoled by the Lord’s love.

Soon after that the Lord directed me to attend the church where every member of my family was welcomed and warmly loved. That is the parish where Sofia made her First Communion. At a Mass celebrated especially for her, she shone as the Lord’s Beloved as He came to her in His Most Holy Sacrament. She was also loved by all who helped to make her day so special. She had been prepared for the sacrament by a very kind lady—who remains our dear friend—who always warmly welcomed her into her house, greeting her by calling her “My Angel.” At her special Mass my hyperactive child calmly and reverently received Our Lord. After the First Communion Mass, the prayer group who had organized it gave Sofia a beautiful reception, where she received many very special gifts.

Thirteen years later, Sofia is still a little child, developmentally. Her life is still very much a challenge for her, and for my husband and me. Several weeks ago my husband was working all night, and so Sofia and I were alone at our house. At 4:30 in the morning I woke up to Sofia’s scream, and I went immediately to her bed, where she was whining loudly. Without knowing what the problem was, since she cannot tell me, I tried to calm her by speaking to her soothingly. She screamed again and hit me. I think she may have had a nightmare.

And so, I sat next to her and prayed for her. After a little while I began praying the Divine Mercy chaplet. “For the sake of His sorrowful Passion, have mercy on us and on the whole world.” This is my “urgent need” prayer, because Jesus told St. Faustina that we can obtain anything that is God’s will through praying this chaplet, if we trust in Him as we pray it. I was meditating on the sorrowful mysteries as I prayed it, and when I got to the fourth mystery—Jesus carries His Cross—a powerful image came to me, and I experienced the Lord’s presence through that image.

In that image Jesus was sitting on the ground underneath His Cross, too tired to get up, and I was sitting next to Him, feeling the same way. In the image Jesus and I rested our heads against each other’s, and I felt one with Him in our suffering. I cannot describe to you the consolation that I felt through that experience. As I was experiencing this, Sofia became totally calm, and we were both able to go back to sleep.

               “Surely He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed Him stricken,
                                                smitten by God, and afflicted.” (Isaiah 53:4)

I have been pondering that image ever since. It occurred to me that I only saw one Cross in the image, and I wondered why I didn’t see my cross and Sofia’s cross. The Lord has given me the understanding that, when we share our suffering with Him, there is only one cross: the Cross of Jesus Christ. 

               Love is also the fullest source of the answer to the question of the meaning of suffering.
                       This answer has been given by God to man in the Cross of Jesus Christ.
                      (apostolic letter “On the Christian Meaning of Human Suffering” (#13)  
                                                    by Blessed John  Paul II)