Feasts and Memorials of late.

While I missed posting about the Feast of the Archangels and the memorial of St. Jerome, today is the memorial of St. Theresa of the Child of Jesus.

St. Theresa, often called the Little Flower, was born in Normandy, France, in 1873. She was the youngest of the five daughters born to Louis and Zelie Martin. Theresa was a very lively, lovable little girl. Her father called her his "little queen." Yet she could be too sensitive and irritable. In the story she wrote of her life, she tells how the Infant Jesus helped her overcome this weakness. It was Theresa's great desire to enter the Carmelite convent where two of her sisters were already nuns. But since she was only fifteen, permission was not granted. Theresa felt sure that Jesus wanted her to spend her life loving him alone. She kept praying and asking the superior to admit her. She even dared to ask Pope Leo XIII himself to grant her heart's desire. And finally she was allowed to enter. Although she was only fifteen, Theresa did not expect to be babied. "Obedience, prayer and sacrifice" were her program. She had a thirst to suffer for love of God. Theresa had the spiritual courage of a real heroine. "May Jesus make me a martyr of the heart or of the body-or better, both!" she wrote. And she meant it. In winter she suffered from the bitter cold and dampness of her plain bedroom. There were other kinds of sufferings, too. Whenever she was humiliated, she would offer her pain to her beloved Jesus. She would hide her hurts under a smile. She told Jesus to do with her whatever was his will. Sister Theresa tried hard to be humble. She called her great confidence in God her "little way" to holiness. She always had a burning desire to become a saint. The young nun wanted to find a "short cut," an "elevator," to take her quickly to sanctity. So she looked in the Bible, and found the words, "Whoever is a little one, come to me." When she lay dying, she could say: "I have never given the good God anything but love, and it is with love that he will repay. After my death, I will let fall a shower of roses. I will spend my heaven doing good on earth." The Little Flower died on September 30, 1897. She was proclaimed a saint by Pope Pius XI in 1925. "O Jesus, my love, my vocation, at last I have found it. My vocation is LOVE!"

Text taken from "Saint of the Day" but there is more about her here, at Catholic Online. Father Jim Martin, over at America Magazine posts this nice reflection on her here. She is my mother's patron saint. She is named for her exactly. I used to laugh at her name, I thought it was funny to be named Theresa of the Child of Jesus-- of course her name is in Spanish and it made even less sense to me. However, now as I read about holy men and women and learn more about the history of the Church and understand its traditions, I've begun to understand the devotions and why children are named in honor of these holy people.

Her parents have been beatified and one day may become saints just like their daughter.