True saints need not be defined by miraculous acts
In recent years, Hawaii has been proud to claim not only a president, but a saint. It is unfortunate that the Catholic Church made a fuss over the requirement that Father Damien had to have performed a certain number of miracles to be canonized, as if he were some kind of white magician. The man’s life was the miracle.
A saint is someone who renounces the personal – possessions, position, family, place, tradition – and who transports his or her consciousness into the process of world evolution. A saint calls nothing his own. He serves and sacrifices. And, in sacrificing, he gains power and opportunity.
In America, where 50 million Americans cannot renounce smoking and hundreds of millions cannot renounce petty habits, glamor and illusions, the life of a man who gives up most of everything to help the lowly castaways of Molokai is saintly beyond religion, theology or inexplicable mechanical manipulation of matter.
And we haven’t even mentioned Father Damien’s renunciation of fear, loathing and prejudice.
Every one of us has met, at some point in one’s life, a saint. They are memorable but mysterious. They are loving, harmless, helpful and have led lives of simplicity. They are valiant souls.
The consciousness of a saint is refined and filled with light. It prompts the hallowed one to strive upward into the unknown and to help others.