I logged on again today to start my morning—computer and not on phone. Again, just as yesterday—the only post I saw—receiving of a message:
“Each generation is converted by the saint who contradicts it most.”—G.K. Chesterton
It begs to question. What is our generation? What defines it? What embodies it? Toward what direction do we move ourselves and mankind’s course behind? Is this for better or for worse?
Of the answers we find, if such is our generation, what then is the embodiment of such saint that will convert and return souls back to God, Christ, and Church?
I believe our generation is distracted, caught up and awash in meaningless media that shallows thought and distances spirit from depths and quiet encountered in the focus of contemplation.
Who then is the saint of our modern age? One who is focused, contemplative and not impulsive, who is not afraid of depth, quiet, or to be alone with self and the spiritual presence of God.
I believe our generation is material, caught up in desire for “things.”
Who then is the saint of our modern age? One who does not care for “things,” and if seeking for and desiring, it for fruits and objects of the spirit, not material and possessions.
I believe our generation is absorbed and obsessed with “self”: our own lives, how we are perceived, received, all the infinite of little prides that are the practice of idolatry of self.
Who then is the saint of our modern age? The modern saint is selfless. The modern saint is meek—indifferent to all world says we should praise in deception and deigning of ourselves as false-god.
Who then is the saint of our modern age? I know it isn’t me, but believe that they are there—somewhere—in this world, time, and age. God knows we need them.