I am
quite new, like brand new, to the workings of the Catholic Church.
Currently I am going through RCIA (Rite of
Christian Initiation of Adults) to become familiar with
our faith. But being the ever curious and inquisitive soul that I
am (and also not wanting to miss out on any
important tidbit that might make me look uneducated should it come up
in conversation) I do a lot of reading and research on my
own. When I came upon the part regarding each catechumen (unbaptized
person studying to become Catholic) choosing a patron
saint for their conversion, I was very excited!
My
own personal saint to pray to!?!?! Yes!
Now
of course you can call on any of the saints at any time to intercede
for you in prayer. But getting your own special one sounds pretty
awesome. So does the fact that we all are assigned our very own
guardian angel upon birth (but that is for another
post).
Enter
me desperately wanting to know who my patron saint should be that way
I can introduce myself and get to know them before my Baptism.
"Hello
there! I'm Ashley. I am an absolute mess of a human being, but I mean
well. I hope I don't irritate you with my constant chatter because
you are about to become my new best friend. Do you have voicemail?
Might want to go ahead and empty your inbox because I'm going to fill
it up."
If you are the type to enjoy taking online quizzes, there are several to help you choose your saint. I'm not that type. Not judging if you are. Just saying, I'm not.
Instead
I sat and thought. For quite a while actually, about what I need help
with. It came to me early on in brainstorming, but I didn't actually
want to listen to it. I ignored my first command for obedience. Then
I gave in. Obedience. I have a lot of trouble being obedient. See? I
had a problem listening to the fact that the first thing that came to
mind was obedience. It's not that I am a rule breaker, I actually am
a stickler for the rules. It's just that I don't like to be told what
to do by any one person. My parents when I was young. My teachers
when I was a bit older. My bosses when I was even older. My husband
for the last 12 years. And probably God for my entire life.
According
to Google, there is not one specific patron saint of obedience.
Great. Just great. So I am supposed to be obedient with no help, huh?
First lesson of humility I suppose.
My
next thought was patience. Ever the rash person. Instant
gratification is my love language. No time for weighing options. Must
do everything right now. So back to Google to determine the patron
saint of patience.
Say
hello to.......
Saint
Monica!
"The circumstances of St. Monica’s life could have made her a nagging wife, a bitter daughter-in-law and a despairing parent, yet she did not give way to any of these temptations. Although she was a Christian, her parents gave her in marriage to a pagan, Patricius, who lived in her hometown of Tagaste in North Africa. Patricius had some redeeming features, but he had a violent temper and was licentious. Monica also had to bear with a cantankerous mother-in-law who lived in her home. Patricius criticized his wife because of her charity and piety, but always respected her. Monica’s prayers and example finally won her husband and mother-in-law to Christianity. Her husband died in 371, one year after his baptism.
Monica
had at least three children who survived infancy. The oldest,
Augustine (August 28) , is the most famous. At the time of his
father’s death, Augustine was 17 and a rhetoric student in
Carthage. Monica was distressed to learn that her son had accepted
the Manichean heresy (all flesh is evil) and was living an
immoral life. For a while, she refused to let him eat or sleep in her
house. Then one night she had a vision that assured her Augustine
would return to the faith. From that time on, she stayed close to her
son, praying and fasting for him. In fact, she often stayed much
closer than Augustine wanted.
When he was 29, Augustine decided to
go to Rome to teach rhetoric. Monica was determined to go along. One
night he told his mother that he was going to the dock to say goodbye
to a friend. Instead, he set sail for Rome. Monica was heartbroken
when she learned of Augustine’s trick, but she still followed him.
She arrived in Rome only to find that he had left for Milan. Although
travel was difficult, Monica pursued him to Milan.
In
Milan, Augustine came under the influence of the bishop, St. Ambrose,
who also became Monica’s spiritual director. She accepted his
advice in everything and had the humility to give up some practices
that had become second nature to her (see Quote, below). Monica
became a leader of the devout women in Milan as she had been in
Tagaste.
She
continued her prayers for Augustine during his years of instruction.
At Easter, 387, St. Ambrose baptized Augustine and several of his
friends. Soon after, his party left for Africa. Although no one else
was aware of it, Monica knew her life was near the end. She told
Augustine, “Son, nothing in this world now affords me delight. I do
not know what there is now left for me to do or why I am still here,
all my hopes in this world being now fulfilled.” She became ill
shortly after and suffered severely for nine days before her
death.Almost all we know about St. Monica is in the writings of St.
Augustine, especially his Confessions." LIFTED FROM
WIKIPEDIA
According to different sources
Saint Monica is the patron saint of patience, wives, mothers, victims
of abuse, difficult marriages, alcoholism and a few other things that
follow along those categories.
Saint Monica is basically my one
stop shop for the vast majority of the troubles that have plagued me
over the years.
Knowing with certainty who my
patron saint is has already helped me form my prayers a bit. I've
always had a difficult time praying. Only giving it a shot when it
was something very dire. Something so life or death in my mind that
the only place to turn was God. And to tell you the truth, He never
let me down. Of course after that one fervent session of "Please
God, please help me now. If you do I will XYZ", I would
be done with prayer until the next emergency. But lately I am
learning to speak to Him on a daily basis. It's still very
conversational at this point. I haven't learned to evolve my prayers
past my own pitiful self and what I think I need. I would love to
learn some specific prayers to add some ritual to my prayer time, but
I don't think that God minds me stumbling over my words for the time
being. He is probably just glad to hear me trying. And poor Saint
Monica, she now has another wayward child to worry over, but I think
her patience with her husband and Augustine will wear off on me.
SAINT
MONICA PRAYER
Exemplary
Mother of the great Augustine,
you
perseveringly pursued your wayward son
not
with wild threats but with prayerful cries to heaven.
Intercede
for all mothers in our day
so
that they may learn to draw their children to God.
Teach
them to remain close to their children, even the
prodigal
sons and daughters who have sadly gone astray.
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