Titus 3:1-7 / Luke 17:11-19
COURAGE, GRATITUDE AND LOUD VOICES
St. Martin of Tours, like other soldiers-to-become-saints, had a flair for courage, generosity and the flashy gesture. In his case, he famously used his sword to slash in half his cape, giving one part to a beggar. Presumably he kept the other half.
Similarly transforming was the gesture of St. Francis of Assisi kissing a leper, thus overcoming his fear of contagion, and strong desire to avoid the leprous man, with a courageous act of love.
Social distancing to avoid disease is nothing new. Long before the germ theory of disease, isolation and fear of contagion kept anyone with visible skin disease “unclean,” on the outskirts of society. According to custom, one could re-enter society only after a priest certified a cure.
The ten lepers in today’s Gospel needed to raise their voices to be heard from their (socially safe) distance. “Jesus, Master! Have pity on us!” Jesus only instructs them to show themselves to the priests.
As they were going, all were cured, but like St. Martin of Tours’ kept half-cloak, only one – a foreigner – returned to thank Jesus.
Again, a raising of the voice – a loud voice giving glory to God, and the cured one no longer distanced himself but courageously and with great faith approached Jesus, threw himself at Jesus’ feet and thanked him.
For me it takes courage to raise my voice to God, to ask for a felt closeness, a sure knowledge of his love for me. But when I do, it is in the going that he answers me. God’s love for me becomes felt in acts of kindness toward those he presents to me throughout the day. Isolated as we are during Covid-19, a phone call, a letter, a prayer for others all manifest God’s love for us. I can feel it.
May we all throw ourselves at Jesus’ feet and thank him.
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A story has it that two angels were sent to collect the prayer petitions of the people. One angel was given a basket to collect the people's needs and requests, and the other angel was given a basket to collect the thanksgivings. On their way back to heaven, the angel carrying the basket of the people's needs and requests was full and over-flowing, whereas the angel carrying the people's thanksgiving was light and there were few thanksgivings. That is not surprising isn't it. By and large, people are more concerned with their needs rather than the need to give thanks.
What more will God not give since He had already given His only Son? We only need to give a basket-full of thanks and praise to God. In turn we will receive blessing upon blessing, grace upon grace.
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Let us pray: Lord God, from you comes all we are and have; we owe you above all forgiveness and life through your Son Jesus Christ. We pray you today for grateful hearts. Make us thankful for the right things, not merely for being lucky in life nor for the happiness of the self-satisfied but for the joy that in him even suffering and death have meaning. Accept all our thanks through Jesus Christ our Lord.
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Saint Frances Xavier Cabrini (1850-1917)
Feast Day November 13
Traveling Can Be Exhausting
St. Frances Xavier Cabrini’s feast day is celebrated on November 13. Mother Cabrini, as she’s commonly called, spent her whole life traveling. She hardly ever stopped, and travel was a lot harder in her day than it is in ours.
There wasn’t much in Mother Cabrini’s early life to point to such a busy grown-up life. She was born in Italy and had ten brothers and sisters. Her parents were farmers, and their farmland wasn’t too far from a river called the Po. Little Frances could look down into the valley and watch the river make its way to the sea.
When Frances was twenty years old she left the farm and started working as a teacher. During this time, Frances grew in faith and maturity. She took religious vows as a sister, worked hard to save a struggling orphanage, and decided to start her own religious order.
By the late 1880s, Mother Cabrini became interested in a new problem. Hundreds of thousands of Italians moved to America, seeking a way out of the poverty of their new land. Very few of these immigrants were successful right away. Most lived in worse poverty than they’d endured back in Italy. They lived in crowded and dirty apartments, lived on scraps, and were unable to find work. Sad stories traveled back to the home country, right to Mother Cabrini. So Mother Cabrini set out on the long trip to America.
Over the next thirty-seven years, Mother Cabrini was constantly on the move, starting schools, orphanages, and hospitals for Italian immigrants, and others in need. In the first few years she traveled between New York, Nicaragua, and New Orleans. After having a dream in which she saw Mary tending to the sick lying in hospital beds, Mother Cabrini started Columbus Hospital in New York City.
After she founded the hospital, Mother Cabrini made trips back to Italy to organize more nuns for work in America. Between these trips, she and some sisters headed south to Argentina. The sisters went by way of Panama and then Lima, Peru. They made the journey by boat, train, mule, and on foot.
Back in the United States, Mother Cabrini traveled constantly taking her sisters to Chicago, Seattle, and Denver. It was in Chicago that Mother Cabrini, at the age of sixty-seven, passed away. She’d begun her work with just a handful of sisters. By the time she died, fifty houses of sisters were teaching, caring for orphans, and running hospitals. Her order had grown to almost a thousand sisters in all.
Mother Cabrini was obviously a very holy woman, and the church recognized her holiness by canonizing her in 1946 as the first American citizen to become a saint.
