My vocation is love.
Advent Day 2: Therese of Lisieux (1873-1897)
For Therese of Lisieux, the path toward sainthood began with a temper tantrum.
The year was 1887 and Therese Martin was on pilgrimage in Italy with her father. The Martins were an unusually devout family (fun fact: they’re all canonized saints), but Therese was the most devout of all. By the time the Martins had set out for Italy, this spiritually precocious girl had already tried, multiple times, to strong-arm her way into the Carmelite convent in her hometown of Lisieux, France, only to be rejected by the convent superiors due to her tender years. Now, in Italy, Therese was done with the good sisters at the convent. She was going to the top brass.
On November 20, 1887 Pope Leo XIII held a public audience at the Vatican. For hours, people queued up for the chance to get a few seconds with the pope who made a hasty sign of the cross over each pilgrim before an attendant moved the line along. Popes had been doing this for ages, and it worked great. Therese, however, threw a wrench into that well-oiled machine.
Face-to-face with Leo at last, Therese quickly explained how she had been thwarted in her efforts to enter the convent. She beseeched him to intervene on her behalf and make the Carmelite sisters admit her. A surprised Leo muttered some words about obeying her superiors then looked past her to the next person in line. But Therese was not done. Unsatisfied with Leo’s brush-off, she dropped to the ground, grabbed his ankles and refused to budge.
Remember how Jacob wrestles with God and refuses to let go until he’s received a blessing (Genesis 32:22-32)? It was like that. Only the pope had something God in that story did not: a security detail called the Noble Guard who promptly carted Therese out of the Vatican and deposited her in Saint Peter’s Square.
Now, everyone knows you shouldn’t reward a tantrum. But Therese had finally exhausted her resistors. When the story of her papal meltdown made its way back to Lisieux, the local bishop finally relented and granted her a special dispensation. On April 9, 1888, at age fifteen, she entered the convent.
Therese was nothing if not ambitious. Being a garden-variety nun was not her aim. Sainthood is what she was after.
Nowadays, if asked how one goes about becoming a saint, most would probably say that you must perform great works that touch the lives of millions, and with perfect piety. Never mind that no person, even a saint (perhaps especially a saint…read their lives and you soon see that very few are, well…saints), can live up to that ideal. Therese also held to this notion. But a funny thing happened to her on the way to sainthood: reality.
After a few years of convent living, Therese began to realize that, despite her countless hours of prayer and penance, perfection eluded her. She still got annoyed with the cranky nuns with whom she was cloistered. She was clumsy at making the handicrafts the convent produced. One of the sisters, the finest embroiderer, often bullied her, calling her a big nanny goat.
Of convent life, Therese wrote,
…the lack of judgment, education, the touchiness of some characters, all these things do not make life very pleasant. I know very well that these moral weaknesses are chronic, that there is no hope of a cure.
If the way to heaven was checking off all the boxes on a personal perfection plan, Therese was never going to get there. What she needed was to rebuild the foundation of her spirituality.
One Sunday, closing my book at the end of Mass, a picture of Our Lord on the cross half slipped out, showing only one of his divine hands, pierced and bleeding. My heart was torn with grief to see that precious blood falling to the ground, and no one caring to treasure it. (As it fell) I resolved to remain continually in spirit at the foot of the cross, that I might receive the divine dew of salvation and pour it forth upon souls.
Rather than a faith based in pursuit of self-centered perfection, Therese vowed that from here on out she would become other-centered.
I concluded that God would not inspire desires which could not be realized, and that I may aspire to sanctity in spite of my littleness. For me to become great is impossible. I must bear with myself and my many imperfections; but I will seek out a means of getting to Heaven by a little way—very short and very straight, a little way that is wholly new.
Studying the gospels for the first time in her life (Catholics in Therese’s day rarely read the gospels, and the Old Testament was not even included in her convent Bible), Therese awoke to Jesus’s path of loving descent. She found a gateway into the gospels she’d never had before in a culture dominated by a fearsome, angry God: love.
My nature is such that fear makes me recoil…with LOVE not only do I go forward, I fly…Jesus does not demand great actions from us, but simply surrender and gratitude.
For Therese, surrender and gratitude were the gateways to love—for God, her Carmelite sisters, and the whole world.
Love proves itself by deeds, so how am I to show my love? …By scattering “flowers” and these flowers are every little sacrifice, every glance and word, and the doing of the least actions for love.
For Therese the flowers she scattered were smiles for a cranky nun, forgiveness for someone who was cruel to her, prayers for criminals and ex-communicated priests. She peeled potatoes and picked apples with new purpose. Holiness was found sweeping a floor and washing dishes. In her prayers, she contemplated the suffering of Christ and, through that particularity, held in her soul the universal suffering of all people. She called this eminently practical faith the Little Way.
Unfortunately, Therese’s time to walk the Little Way was short. On Good Friday, 1896, after a day of fasting, she felt a hot bubbling in her mouth. Spitting into a napkin, she saw blood and knew instantly she had tuberculosis.
Therese declined rapidly. Recognizing they had a spiritual genius in their midst, her sister Pauline instructed her to begin writing her biography so that future generations might benefit from learning about her Little Way. Therese wrote, often through great suffering, up to nearly her last day. She died on September 30, 1897, at the age of twenty-four. Her last words were, My God, I love you.
The life of Therese of Lisieux was short and anonymous. At the time of her death, she had only ever left her home province of Normandy once, during that fateful trip to Rome. She’d spent nearly half her life cloistered, and knew next to no one. But as her autobiography, Story of a Soul, began circulating, her teachings attracted a large following who found her to be a faithful spiritual friend on life’s rugged journey. With the dawn of a new century, her Little Way of making a difference in the world through simple, everyday living brought comfort and purpose to people facing the twin cataclysms of the Spanish flu pandemic and a World War.
In the story of her short life, millions found inspiration, including Dorothy Day who chose Therese as her patron saint. Therese’s influence so revolutionized Catholic thought that, in 1921, Pope Benedict XV dispensed with the usual 50-year waiting period for a person to be considered for sainthood. Only three decades after her epic meltdown at the feet of Pope Leo XIII, a half-million pilgrims gathered in Saint Peter’s Square—the exact spot where she had once been so unceremoniously dumped by the Noble Guard—to see Therese of Lisieux canonized. In 1997 she was named the youngest, and fourth female, Doctor of the Catholic church.
Practice
In yesterday’s practice, I offered a fairly broad definition of spiritual friendship. Today, I’d like to broaden that definition even more to include those we never met but whose lives inspire, comfort, inform and enrich our own. These are any of the great cloud of witnesses, living and dead—saints and sages who speak to us across time and space. In my own life, I would certainly put Therese on a list of my spiritual friends alongside Brother Lawrence, Jesus, Rumi, Rainer Maria Rilke, Mary Oliver, and many more.
For today’s practice, write a note of gratitude to one of these spiritual friends in your journal, or speak your thanks to them, silently or out loud, during a time of prayer and meditation.
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This one really spoke to me. Especially in a connected digital world where everyone feels they need to leave a grand legacy for all to see. I've always tried my best to focus on the small things, smiles to random strangers, random acts of kindness as much as possible. It's the more doable, "Little" big way.
Also good reminder that not all saints were "saints." That was mind-blowing when I first realized it. It keeps the pressure off of a desire to be perfect and pious every waking second. I've had to learn how to give myself permission to be human.
Thank you Greg! Reading these amazing stories and meditating on the lives of the saints is the highlight of Advent these last few years.