Someone told me to read the lives of the saints to help me in times of the dark night of the soul. Not just the saints but as well as people who had the courage to come back. These are … Continue reading
Someone told me to read the lives of the saints to help me in times of dark night of the soul. Not just the saints but as well as people who had the courage to come back. These are ordinary people who managed to crawl out of their darkness with the help of others and divine intervention.
She was born in Sudan in 1869, kidnapped by Arab slave trades at age seven, sold and resold, suffered much trauma, abuse and brutality during her captivity that caused her to forget her own name. She was named Bakhita, meaning “the lucky one”. Life as a slave terrified her.Forgiveness:
“If I were to meet the slave merchants who kidnapped me, and even those who tortured me, I would kneel and kiss their hands. If what happened to me had never taken place, how could I have become a Christian and a religious?”
Eventually, in 1883 an Italian consul bought her, treated her kindly in his household, took her to Italy and was given as present to a wife of friend. When the new owner left for Africa to attend to business matters, she gave the Canossian Sisters of Venice custody of Bakhita. Here she found out that she is a free person and remained with the Sisters, became a nun and known as the “Black Mother.”
Bakhita, what a life story she had at a tender age. How does one get over the abuse she received as a child? With the help of others that cared about her and discovered that she has a new Master, her God, she recovered.
During the millennium year 2000, Pope Paul II canonized Josephine Bakhita.
There is so much drama in the world.
We use dramatic language to make a point! Even the Good News if taken out of context is not so good at all such as “We are worthless slaves…”
Slaves? How can I be a slave. I am God’s child, blessed and gifted. Given with a life to do good in this world, a responsibility, to be of service, to spread the Good News and to be accountable. How can I use these gifts I received. I am not the only who has these gifts. Each and every one of us have these. And that brought me to a question; What is my calling?
I do what I have to do and to seek out the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.
This is not Disney talk or Pollyanna attitude. I am called to be of service to do good for whatever that good would be. I don’t know. Being simple-minded, I can only focus on the god of small things. Starting small eventually leads to bigger things. If not, I will gather all these little things and make them big.
Give me a sign. What sign, there are so many signs in front of me.
The hungry street people, feed them. Children being abused, take a stand against injustice. The marginalized, spend time with them. These are visible signs and I am blessed with eyes to see and feel their needs. What do I with what I see? My sight moves me beyond compassion to nurture and share the gift what I receive from my Maker.
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