(or what I’ve learned from watching those who best, most faithfully have taught me the meaning of living)
Christian sainthood is no upward march to the higher, distant heights above the plane of our common mortality, but rather a downward spiral to the depths of the recognition of the universality of our wounded humankindness.
Saints do not walk ever apart from, but always with humankind – all of humankind.
Sainthood is evidenced in the capacity to see in every human face – from the most beatific to the most brutally hideous – one’s own face.
And in seeing, then serving others – all others – believing, knowing that one’s very own self is being enlarged, ennobled in the process.
This, for me, is what it means to take up one’s cross and follow Jesus.