We went to a friend’s Church last weekend for a Baptism, and sat behind a family where a mother was sitting with her 4 boys, ranging from elementary school to high school. Next to them was a man in the aisle in a wheelchair, with a breathing mask on and his limbs strapped to the chair. I didn’t know what family the man belonged to until a beep on the chair sent the mother of the 4 boys rushing to the chair to take care of the matter. Then, at the Our Father, the youngest boy – maybe 5th grade?- reached over and grabbed the man’s hand. I then saw his ring, and knew he was the husband and father of this family.
It was this time last year, as the second synod on the family was about to get underway and would be closed with the first ever canonisation of a married couple (namely Louis and Zelie Martin, the parents of the even more renowned St.Therese of Lisieux or Little Flower) that much comment was made about the holiness of the married state. That despite their outstanding heroic virtue and personal sanctity, nevertheless, the raising to the altars of St. Therese’s parents reminded us that;