My love affair with mystical saints began when I was a little girl, and I’m still drawn to their reckless abandon, blessed foolishness, and sheer audacity to win God’s heart. I used to romanticize these holy men and women, but now I recognize not only their resiliency, but also their potential to radically alter our lives.
Saints like St. Rose of Lima, who wore a silver crown studded with thorns, or St. Pio of Pietrelcina, who bore the wounds of Christ, are often scorned for their fanaticism. Most teenagers think of a party drug when they hear the word “ecstasy,” not St. Teresa of Avila levitating after receiving the Eucharist.
The message of our society is loud — buy this, distract yourself with that, look at her, work harder — but the message of the saints is louder. The message of consumerism is fleeting, but the message of the saints is timeless.
Unfortunately, those of us in our twenties and thirties grew up in the swirl of rapidly increasing technology, globalization, terrorism, materialism … and this caused an innate restlessness. It’s not shocking, then, that most of our résumés resemble treasure hunts; but what is it we are …