Holy Just Like You

When I decided I wanted to be a Saint,¹ I knew exactly what to do. Saints, after all, are sweet, quiet, pink-cheeked girls who spend hours on their knees and never, ever yell, right? So I set about becoming a holy card.

I even made sure to fold my hands when I prayed and to gaze at heaven.² I knew what it took to be a Saint, as I knew everything, and I was willing to mortify everything about myself. I knew I had to quit being loud and sarcastic. I could smile beatifically, but never guffaw. I should pray about everything–everything, even which sidewalk to take on my way to class. It was insane, and it lasted about five minutes.

But the idea that I had to change dramatically if I wanted to be holy stayed with me. It wasn’t just a desire to be purified of my sinfulness–obviously, holiness requires radical change. But I was identifying core elements of my character as “wrong” because they didn’t fit with the plaster images I’d seen in Saint books.

So I tried to be quiet and sweet and inoffensive. I tried to smile more and yell less. But you know what? God made me loud and obnoxious. And really, he’s called me to be obnoxious for the kingdom. I’d just as soon say nothing offensive and draw only positive attention. I’d gladly avoid calling anyone out, even people who are knowingly embracing serious sin. But I’ve realized, after years of hating myself when my best efforts were met with raised eyebrows or narrowed eyes, that that’s not who God made me to be.

And when I started to really get to know the Saints, I realized that most of them weren’t like that, either. In fact, there’s no one model for holiness that we all have to squeeze ourselves into. All Saints are like Christ, sure, but Christ was by turns gentle and wrathful, sarcastic and sweet. And just like holy people aren’t all priests and nuns, holy people don’t all fit that hands-folded, heavenward-gaze model so many of us are used to. People who are seeking Christ are messy and awkward. They’re all kinds of people living all kinds of lives in all kinds of ways. Don’t believe me? Check it out:³

• Simeon sat around for the kingdom.
• Francis traveled the world.
• Thérèse was quiet in imitation of Christ; Teresa was loud.
• Nicholas punched someone in the face for love of Christ.
• Clare cut off her hair.
• Francis took off his clothes.
• Matt was an alcoholic.
• Bernadette ate mud.
• Monica cried.
• Stephen laughs.
• Zelie sang lullabies, Charles sang through the pain, and Cecilia sang in her heart.
• Fr. Stan raps.
• Mark acts.
• Elizabeth was a princess.
• Josephine was a slave.
• Benedict was homeless in imitation of Christ.
• Gregory gave away all of his money.
• Philip plays football for God’s glory.
• Knute revolutionized the game.
• Pier Giorgio played pranks out of love of God.
• Kevin acts a fool.
• Joseph was a fool.⁴
• Margaret was decidedly attracted to men. So is Steve.
• Bernardine spoke while Thomas was silent.
• Joan fought for Christ but Martin laid down his sword.
• Margaret was horribly deformed; Eduardo is…not.
• Maria Luisa could have no children. Elizabeth had two. Simcha has nine. Katie has fourteen and she’s barely out of childhood herself.
• Vincent was sweet, Elizabeth was stubborn, and Jerome was downright crabby.

All for the glory of God, all for the kingdom, all for love of souls. It’s not better to be a missionary than it is to be a fry cook, just like it’s not better to be a choleric than it is to be a phlegmatic. What’s better is to be just who you should be–whoever that is.

My friends, God did not make you to be anyone else. He doesn’t need another Dominic or another Elizabeth Ann. He made you quite deliberately to be you. Your truest self–your holiest self, your saintliest self–is most fully you. Which means that if you’re shy, you can let yourself be shy–within reason. Same thing if you’re loud. I’m not giving you permission to indulge your personality quirks to the point of sin, just pointing out that grace builds on nature. God gave you the particular personality and circumstances and work and vocation and body and home that you have in order to serve the Church and the world. He wants to use what is natural to you to do the supernatural through you.

This song by Danielle Rose expresses what I’m trying to say. Ironically, it was Danielle Rose’s beatific smile that inspired my college obsession with being quiet and sweet.⁵ I wanted to be holy like her. But just like me, she was trying to be holy like someone else.

Your homework this week: spend some time asking the Lord what parts of you need to be converted and what parts are exactly as he wants them. You might wish your holiness looked quieter or louder or more radical or more ordinary or less painful or less easy, but knowing who you ought to be requires that you know who you are. If I had succeeded in becoming the Saint I thought I needed to be, I’d be repressed and tense and miserable and totally ineffective. To be free and holy and do God’s work, I sometimes have to dance like a fool, fall on the ground at a dropped pass, or scream “heresy” around people who don’t quite understand the nuances. I have to cry more than is reasonable and laugh harder than anyone in the room. I have to stick my foot in my mouth and give people nicknames and (try to) look cute and make fun of myself and all kinds of nonsense. It’s not normal, but it’s good. And it’s me.

I’ve had people listen to me talk about my life with Christ and tell me that they don’t think they can be like me. Good! God knows the world doesn’t need more of me. It’s got about all it can handle with one. And, quite frankly, you’d be terrible at being me. Just like I’d be terrible at being you. But if you can figure out how to be you and I can figure out how to be me, we can change this world.

If you are what you should be, you will set the world ablaze. -St. Catherine of Siena

1. I know I should just want to be a saint–a person who’s in heaven–but I admit that I really want to be a Saint. I want statues and holy cards and a feast day. We’ve talked about my pride issues before, haven’t we? [↩]
2. This would be cute if I hadn’t been in college. [↩]
3. Hover over any of the names to see who I’m talking about without clicking away. [↩]
4. Of course, he could fly…. [↩]
5. Yeah, I went to college with her. I’m pretty much a huge deal. [↩]
6. Photo credit: my lovely aunt, Miriam A. Kilmer [↩]

Author: Meg

I'm a Catholic, madly in love with the Lord, His Word, His Bride the Church, and especially His Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity in the Eucharist. I'm committed to the Church not because I was raised this way but because the Lord has drawn my heart and convicted my reason. After 2 degrees in theology and 5 years in the classroom, I quit my 9-5 to follow Christ more literally. Since May of 2012, I've been a hobo for Christ; I live out of my car and travel the country speaking to youth and adults, giving retreats, blogging, and trying to rock the world for Jesus. View all posts by Meg