PATRON SAINTS
OF SECRET SAINTS
The title of my homily for this feast of All Saints is, “Patron Saints of Secret Saints.”
The message of my homily is the call to all of us to be holy
- to be saints - but not the type of saint - everyone knows - the canonized
ones - but the ones God only knows - the secret saints.[1]
The message of my homily is the call to be a secret saint -
to be a patron saint of secret saints - which is a paradox and a
contradiction. It’s sort of like wanting
to be buried as the “unknown soldier”.
A QUOTE
Let me begin with a quote by John C. Cort, from his book, The Grail, August 1957. Never heard of him. The quote: “Only God knows how many married saints there have been. Perhaps when and if we get to heaven we may find that some of the brightest jewels in His crown are obscure husbands and wives, fathers and mothers, that nobody paid any attention to here on earth.”
DID WE SHOOT
OURSELVES IN THE FOOT?
Did we shoot ourselves in the foot - us Catholics - with our stress on the Saints - Saints with the capital letter “S”?
Did we shoot ourselves in the foot - us Catholics - with our stress on the Saints - Saints with the capital letter “S”?
Did we make a mistake when we put saints on pedestals?
Did we make a mistake when we came up with the canonization process?
Did that sort of stress the impossible in Saints - and we
the ordinary Joe or Mary in the benches and trenches - could not possibly be or
become a Saint?
In the Early
Church holy people were
simply proclaimed “Holy” by the crowd. Time told us who some of the holy people
were - but what about all the others - those people who were with us - those
people as my quote put it - who were, “obscure husband and wives, fathers and
mothers, that nobody paid any attention to here on earth.”
I would add that some of those moms and dads, husbands and
wives, were known to be wonderful people by their other half as well as their
family. We have our family favorites - those who gave us love and
understanding, help and hope - because we met them in real life.
I like the canonization process that takes place at the
funeral parlor - not in the obituary or the eulogy - but in the funeral parlor
- not even on the comments of people - but sometimes yes - but in the minds of
those who knew the person who died.
How many people have we heard described as, “another mother
teresa in small letters” -
because they were always doing for others - or
“Jolly Saint Nick” - a someone who brought us Christmas feelings in July
and February - or another “Saint Christopher” - someone who picked the kids up
after school and soccer practice - 1,500 times” - and on and on and on.
I think that is somewhat the gist of a song by Danielle Rose called, "The Saint That Is Just Me".
I think that is somewhat the gist of a song by Danielle Rose called, "The Saint That Is Just Me".
SUFI SECRET
Or does it really matter?
I remember reading somewhere that it’s a practice amongst
Sufi’s - sometimes described as the spirituality side of Islam - that the
secret of life is to be a secret saint - someone who is in God and nobody but
God knows - and perhaps at times - the saint.
Jesus certainly was off on that practice - way before Islam.
He told us to pray in our inner room - where nobody sees us. Last Sunday he
told us about the mind set of two different people who went up to the temple to
pray - and how God honored the person in the back - in the corner - not the
show off - up front - the Pharisee.
Tassels, bells, whistles, public posturing - are not
something Jesus stressed - but he did stress union with his Father in secret -
acts of charity - in which our right hand doesn’t know what our left hand is
doing - so the secret in being a saint - is what Jesus stressed.
I like to picture my dad in the basement - alone - cellar
door closed - and I slip down there
silently - down the cellar stairs - and I see him sitting there smoking his
pipe and saying his rosary - in the evening after work.
I like to picture my mom in the living room - alone - quietly - going through her prayer book - fat with death cards - remembering her connections and her memories.
I like to picture all the meals - all the giving - all the
sacrifices - they made for me.
I like to think of all the nuns’ retreats I gave - many of
which were at Motherhouse convents - which always had a big grave yard - with
all the same stones - and I would walk through those cemeteries - standing on
holy ground - nuns who gave their lives - many for children - without children
of their own - whom I believe are with God - and their lives was an act of
faith in the reality of the resurrection of the dead - in Christ - much more
powerful than any creed that states, “And I believe in the resurrection…..”
CONCLUSION
So on All Saints Day - we celebrate all the Saints - all the
Holy People who have gone before us - whom we believe will be waiting for us
sinners now and at the hour of our death, Amen.
NOTES:
[1] Cf. Lumen Gentium, Dogmatic Constitution on the Church, Chapter 5; Gaudium et Spes, Pastoral Constitution on the Church the Modern Word, # 1, Opening of Preface and the rest of the document.
NOTES:
[1] Cf. Lumen Gentium, Dogmatic Constitution on the Church, Chapter 5; Gaudium et Spes, Pastoral Constitution on the Church the Modern Word, # 1, Opening of Preface and the rest of the document.