I think I’m obsessed with sainthood.
Okay, maybe obsessed is a strong word. But man, let me tell you:
I was born to be a saint.
I love a good story. I love listening to people share their own stories. I love listening to what others have to say, and what they think about God, life, love, evil. Ever since I was in elementary school, I’ve loved reading about the saints. Their lives have always fascinated me. Their words are so inspiring. At first, I think it was because they married storybooks and real life for me. When I was in the fourth grade, I realized that these beautiful faces in my Picture Book of Saints were real, beautiful people who had lived before me and were somehow connected to me now. Somehow part of my family and part of me.
As I’m writing this paper on sainthood and holiness in Graham Greene’s The Power and the Glory, I look around me. St. George is on the bookmark, Sts. Michael and Francis are on the desk, St. Brigid is in my backpack, St. Dominic Guzman is near my mirror, Padre Pio is on my mirror, Mom is near my window, and She and Her Husband are with their Child on my chest of drawers…
I surround myself with them. But really, God surrounds me with them. He surrounds all of us with them. St. Francis’ Brother Sun and Sister Moon visit us every day. Look at a rock and be reminded of St. Peter. Flip on the TV and St. Clare’s there. San Francisco, San Antonio, St. Louis, San Diego, Notre Dame…the list goes on and on.
But truly, when we see each other, we should see future saints. I wonder how many times in my life I’ve done that, let alone how many times a day. On my cell phone, I keep a note on my background: “Love every soul.” We are all called to love one another to a heroic degree. We are called to love souls as Jesus loves them. It is so difficult. But being a saint isn’t about being a pretty face in a picture book or a holy card. It’s about getting dirt under your fingernails, sweaty palms, calloused feet, and a broken pride. Holiness is embracing our cross. It’s persevering in the midst of an atmosphere of suffering. Being a saint means knowing that we are sinners, repenting, and taking Jesus’ hand once again…for the rest of our existence.
We all have the vocation to sainthood. In his book The Forge, St. Josemaria Escriva said, “Each day be conscious of your duty to be a saint. A saint! And that doesn’t mean doing strange things. It means a daily struggle in the interior life and in heroically fulfilling your duty right through to the end.”
You can just call me moley. ‘Cuz man…
I’m called to be holy.