When a silk merchant’s son chose to follow Lady Poverty instead of the troubadours.
When a cathedral canon chose to become a wandering preacher.
When a dyer’s daughter chose to take the veil.
When a soldier chose to fight a different war.
When I feel powerless, as so much of this is beyond my influence, I remember that God purifies His Church by raising up saints, often from unexpected places. What can I do? I can become a saint, so that He might do with me as He wills. Because there is no justice without virtue.
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