I saw a post on facebook, a headline of my internet browser. About a shooting that happened today in Oregon.
There have been too many updates like that in my life. We turn on the news to another mass murderer. Another incident of brutality and evil.
There are so many of them, they almost combine to be a blur. They make the news today and maybe for awhile after but I doubt they will be going down on the history books. That is the nature of it.
On this same day, the Catholic Church is celebrating the feast of a little saint.
A woman who lived hundreds of years ago. As a cloistered nun, a woman who died at a young age with no worldly accomplishments to think off.
A woman who lived her entire life in a small town. Who died at a young age of tuberculosis.
Still today the Catholic Church is celebrating this woman for her “little way.”
This woman who chose to do small things with great love. This is what matters. Hundreds of years later we remember her for those small acts of love. The acts of love that few people even noticed at the time.
She lived not a great life, not a heroic life. But a small life lived out of love and this is the person we are remembering today. As I think of this small woman who lived hundreds of years ago I find my hope for today.
My hope because I see the impact St. Theresa has had on the world and all she did was love.
In the end I think we remember love most of all.