For One of My Favorite Saints

Thérèse of Lisieux: the Mind of Lao Tzu, with the Heart of Confucius 


I used not to be a great fan of Thèrése.  But I discovered, as is so often the case, it was not
Thèrése who was at fault, but so many admirers who emphasized the most mawkish, maudlin, and impossibly saccharine of her attributes.  Reading the Saint herself, I discovered a real wonder, a pillar of strength and of true religious spirit and of wisdom.  What can one say of a Saint who noted that life had mortification enough for anyone, there was no need to pile on further?  Both ahead of her time, and compassionate beyond her young years.

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