Today people all over the world, especially in a small town in France called Lisieux, celebrate the feast of their most famous inhabitant of all, Therese Martin. She lived in Lisieux all her life, entered the Carmelite convent at age 15, never left, died at age 24 and was proclaimed a saint 28 years later, proving what Mother Teresa of Calcutta, one of the most recent saints named by the Roman Catholic Church believed: that it isn’t necessary to do great things but only to do small things with great love. Therese herself spoke that same language, noting that one might achieve holiness even in doing humble tasks like bending to pick up a pin if it is done with love. Who thinks that way? Obviously those suffused with God’s love who live ever conscious of God’s presence in all that they encounter in each moment of life – and beyond. Before she died, Therese was clear about eternal life. She said she planned to “spend my heaven doing good on earth.”
May we come to value each moment – the extraordinary and the mundane – in such a way that the length of our days will not be the measure of our love but rather the light with which our days are illuminated because God is at the center of it all.