Prepare for this Sunday

I invite you to take some time to savor the memory of a saint who has intersected your life. It could be one of your loved ones....or it could be one of the saints from long, long ago who has modeled or offered wisdom that has helped form your faith life.

Who is it?

What do you recall about the saint?

How was your life impacted by the saint?

What is your prayer as you recall the saint to your mind and heart?

Several years ago I wrote about one of the saints who intersected my life: My First Spiritual Mentor

I was about 4 years old when I first noticed that there was something unique about Aunt Catherine. She had pop-bottle lenses in her glasses ... she had tiny whiskers on her face that scratched when she hugged me and gave me a kiss. Her hair looked the same for the 30 or so years I knew her (she died when I was in my early 30's and she was in her mid 90's). She always wore her red sweater on Christmas and any other special occasion and printed pastels when she was working (I think because they didn't show spots).

I suppose she changed over the years....but from where I viewed her, from my childhood until adulthood, she "looked" the same. She even smelled the same....no Estee Lauder here.... it was ivory soap on her face, "Mum" deodorant (she always quoted the advertisment line,"Mum's the word")Johnson's Baby powder somewhere on her body (I recall being facinated with her beautiful red powder puff that was in her bathroom) and either garlic or bleach on her hands.

Aunt Catherine had two sets of beads she always had with her...usually around her neck or in her apron pocket. One set was comprised of black stones...her everyday beads. I noticed when she came to stay with us that three times a day she took those beads out of her pocket and played with them...she was always very quiet while she was playing. The second set (the one I loved to look at) was made of crystal stones. She wore those on the same days she wore the red sweater....and on Sunday. I noticed she didn't play with them as much as the other ones, except one time when she happened to start playing with them when I was sitting next to her at her church.

At that stage of my life when I did attend church it was at a Congregational Church. Although I didn't understand the doctrinal differences between "my" church and Aunt Catherine's Roman Catholic Church, I thought that somehow the beads made a difference.

As the years passed and I grew in awareness about human behavior, I couldn't help but notice that Aunt Catherine was "solid". She was compassionate, truthful, joyful, patient, humble, and exceedingly flexible. For Aunt Catherine every day was a good day. Phrases like "waste not, want not", "do what you have to do", "Good Lord willing and the creek don't rise" were standards when Aunt Catherine was speaking. And if her sister-in-law (my grandmother) was acting out (which she usually did) Aunt Catherine would quietly withdraw from the room....That was when I would often find her in her rocking chair with her beads in her hand.

These lasting impressions have helped to form my prayer life. I don't use a rosary...but I do pray several times a day. Aunt Catherine's phrases resonate in my heart, and her "way" of accepting every day as a good and precious gift from God which should never be wasted or wished away has been internalized. She didn't impose herself as my spiritual mentor... she simply was.

When Aunt Catherine was layed out in her coffin, she wore a pink silk blouse -- no pattern, just beautiful fabric. She had her crystal beads in her hands....

Rest in peace, Aunt Catherine!