One of the most wonderful and interesting and amazing things about being a Catholic is that you keep on discovering more saints. I’d heard of Aloysius Gonzaga, but I’m afraid I first came across the name ‘Aloysius’ (and couldn’t figure out how to pronounce it) as Sebastian Flyte’s teddy bear. Then I happened into St Aloysius’ Church in Oxford. I still couldn’t prounounce it.
St Aloysius was born into an aristocratic family in Lombardy, and left his inheritance to become a Jesuit. He served faithfully and died at the age of 23 of the plague after catching the disease while ministering to the sick. He’s one of that army of great Counter Reformation saints. His spiritual director was Robert Bellarmine. I’m increasingly interested in them for two reasons:
Saints like Robert Bellarmine and St Francis deSales cheerfully countered the Protestants with debate, but more than that with saintly lives and loving spirits. I’ll never be a saint, but having been called to Greenville, South Carolina, I hope these two might look over my shoulder and keep me from making too many terrible errors. Aloysius Gonzaga touches my life today because I am chaplain to a school where most of the students are rather priviledged. Aloysius–who gave his life to God at an early age, and left his priviledged life to become a saint–is a good patron of our school.
I’m also intrigued by the Counter Reformation saints because I sense that we are in a kind of counter Reformation ourselves at the moment. We call it ‘the reform of the reform’. Vatican 2 took the church into a huge time of reform and upheaval. The changes were seismic. Thank God it hasn’t produced any major schisms, but there are certainly internal splits and there are many abuses and things going wrong with the Church. I pray that in these years of the second Counter Reformation (if indeed such a thing is happening) the Holy Spirit willl raise up in our midst a new Robert Bellarmine, some new Francis deSales, plenty of souls with the spirit of the first Jesuits, and maybe a few Aloysius Gonzagas.
All they did was to remain faithful at their post. Day by day they struggled the way we struggle. Day by day they encountered the doubts, the fears and the worries and the pains. They were not certain that they were part of a great movement. They were not suprememly confident that they were triumphing over all.
Now that encourages me because I hope, just a little hope that maybe the best I can do today and the best you can do is to hang on tight and be faithful. Just to do our best and let God do the rest.
Here endeth the lesson.