if even one of these girls dies refusing to renounce her faith, she is a saint
In 300 years, if you were to be named the patron saint of X, what would you like X to be? Places, activities, objects — all are fair game.
Here is a link to Saints by Cause, but it’s okay with us Catholics if you see your life in any way parallel with a chosen one being invoked under some special or specific need.
We don’t idol-worship, by the way.
The Saints to a Catholic are in no way to be compared with, say, People Magazine or TMZ, or whomever propagates the worship of false gods and idols.
No. This isn’t how we roll.
Saints are exactly what they’re supposed to be. Individuals (like Mother Theresa) who went above and beyond the call of duty, met adversity at every angle, and resiliently plodded forth unscathed, unharmed, and with a smile.
They never, never ONCE complained. Seriously. Instead of bitching, moaning, shedding tears (for themselves), and bemoaning their lot in life, they sang praises to the Almighty for that pain and suffering they honestly believed was the only means of salvation (for them) like Fr. Solanus Casey.
We pray to these sanctified souls not because we idolize or worship them on the same plain as Our Lord but because they are the closest thing to Him a mere mortal can get. We ask them to intercede for us in time of trouble, sadness, pain, and suffering. “Speak to The Lord on my behalf for …” kind of prayer. Nothing more, nothing less.
And, yes, some are silly and would seem like a good luck charm. It was never silly to me to pray to St. Anthony to help me find my misplaced car keys, a wallet, or something of value. Whether or not it actually worked due to his intercession remains to be proven, but it always worked for me.
Instead of making a big deal out of the two recent canonizations of the last two popes, why not keep a closer, more watchful eye on the happenings in Africa. The Christians there being kidnapped, imprisoned, mutilated, and otherwise tortured to death for their faith. The kidnapped school girls, and the pregnant woman who gave birth in prison last month.
There are hundreds upon thousands more voiceless saints in their company at this very moment.
Modern day, true martyrs with a free-pass to Sainthood. To renounce ones faith is cowardice. To die for it is martyrdom. Martyrdom = sainthood because you did the right thing. Like every soldier in every war since time began who died fighting to save others.
All these things seem more fashionable, cool, hip, and awesome from a Game of Thrones or Spartacus perspective instead of taking the meaning behind such coolness at face value. That’s because we’re human and not quite measuring up to saintly anything. We’re not perfect and we don’t believe anyone else who ever lived before us was perfect, either.
Sure, the church did a terrific job of, once again, shooting itself in the foot by canonizing two men long before their rightful time and without following procedure – procedure mandatory for every canonization process for more than 2,000 years. Prior to having others more worthy of that honor who are still up for consideration.
The saints and sainthood aren’t a joke, though, and these people certainly don’t deserve to be mocked.
Vampires, werewolves, zombies, actors, and even politicians receive more idol worship than the saints, and to place them in the same category is ludicrous.
I’d much rather be accused of idolizing the anointed.