So I'm having that awkward moment when you wake up and it's only Tuesday, when clearly, it should be Friday. I sit down to write this blog and, boom. God is like, you think you've got it rough? Well let me tell you a story, little one.
St. Vincent of Saragossa was a deacon, and a martyr. Under the persecution of Christians during the reign of Emperor Diocletian, St. Vincent was tortured mightily. He was scourged, stretched on a rack, burned with hot metal plates, then returned to prison where there were broken pieces of glass covering the floor. Ok. now THAT is a rough Tuesday. After this treatment, legend has it that St. Vincent's torturers gave him a soft bed, in hopes that they could sway him from his faith, since torture clearly didn't work. I wasn't there, of course, but they must have thought he had a real short memory. Someone beats me up to within an inch of my life, then gives me a soft bed and I'm just supposed to be like, "ok, we're all good now!"
I would love to think that my faith is strong enough to withstand such treatment. I would love to think that I love Jesus more than I hate pain. But then I think, here I am, not loving Jesus enough to go to work without complaint. Sounds like I've got a long way to go.
St. Peter Damian said, "A very good penance is to dedicate oneself to fulfill the duties of every day with exactitude and to study and work with all our strength." So today, I'm challenging myself to fulfill my duties with all of my strength. To be faithful in small things, so that I'm called to be faithful in big ones, I am ready.