Showing posts with label saint. Show all posts
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Thursday, March 19, 2026

Solemnity of St. Joseph

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Today we celebrate the Solemnity of Saint Joseph—a man who shows us that mercy is not loud, not flashy, and certainly not weak.

It is strong. Quiet. Steady.

In my book True Mercy Has Teeth, I talk about a kind of mercy that doesn’t ignore sin but chooses love anyway—without compromising truth. St. Joseph lived that kind of mercy.

When he discovered that the Blessed Virgin Mary was with child, he had every legal right to expose her. He could have protected his reputation. He could have chosen justice without compassion.

But instead, as the Gospel tells us, he resolved to divorce her quietly.

Before he understood the full truth, he chose mercy.

Not because he denied the seriousness of the situation—but because his heart was already formed in righteousness, a righteousness rooted in compassion.

And when God revealed the truth to him in a dream, Joseph didn’t hesitate. He took Mary into his home. He embraced a mission that would cost him everything—his plans, his reputation, his comfort.

This is mercy with teeth:

    • Mercy that restrains the impulse to expose or humiliate
    • Mercy that protects the vulnerable
    • Mercy that listens for God before acting
    • Mercy that obeys, even when it’s costly

Joseph never says a word in Scripture, but his actions preach loudly.

In a world that often confuses mercy with permissiveness—or weaponizes truth without love—St. Joseph stands as a model of mercy.

He reminds us that real mercy is not about avoiding hard things.

It’s about choosing God’s will in the hard things.

Today, ask God to give us a heart like St. Joseph:

    A heart that is just
    A heart that is merciful
    A heart strong enough to love when it might cost everything.


St. Joseph, just and merciful,
You chose the path of compassion over condemnation
And faith over fear.
By your example, teach us to be just and loving.
Help us to rise when God calls - quietly, obediently, and faithfully.
Ask your foster Son Jesus Christ to shape in us a heart like yours: firm, patient, and full of mercy.
Amen.

St. Joseph, guardian of the Redeemer and terror of demons—pray for us.

True Mercy Has Teeth is available at Amazon or at www.mercywithteeth.com 
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Tuesday, March 3, 2026

St. Katharine Drexel: Mercy That Refused to Delegate

 

It is sometimes easier to write a check than to give your life.

For many of us, mercy feels complete once we have donated, signed up, or encouraged someone else to step forward. We mean well. We care. But we often prefer to support mercy rather than embody it.

St. Katharine Drexel shows us a different path.

Born Into Privilege — Called Into Poverty

Katharine Drexel was born in 1858 into one of the wealthiest families in the United States. Her father was a powerful banker, and she grew up surrounded by comfort, refinement, and opportunity. Yet from childhood, she witnessed something else: her parents quietly opened their home to the poor. She learned that wealth was not possession, but stewardship.

After her parents died, Katharine inherited millions. She could have lived a life of philanthropy from a distance, funding schools, sponsoring missionaries, supporting charitable institutions while remaining safely removed from hardship.

And at first, she did just that.

She used her wealth to assist missions to Native American communities and to African Americans who were suffering under the brutal injustices of post–Civil War America. But the more she learned, the more restless she became.

Money was helping.
But it wasn’t enough.

“Why Don’t You Become a Missionary?”

During an audience in Rome, Katharine pleaded with Pope Leo XIII to send more missionaries to serve Native Americans. His response startled her.

He asked, “Why don’t you become a missionary?”

That question pierced her heart.

Mercy, for Katharine, could no longer be something she outsourced.

She realized she had been asking someone else to carry a cross that Christ might be asking her to bear.

Mercy With Skin in the Game

Katharine founded the Sisters of the Blessed Sacrament and dedicated her life to serving African American and Native American communities, communities marginalized, oppressed, and largely abandoned by broader society.

She did not merely fund schools. She built them.

She did not simply advocate for dignity. She lived among those denied it.

She established over 60 schools and institutions, including what would become Xavier University of Louisiana, the only historically Black Catholic university in the United States.

This was not fashionable work. It was controversial. She faced racism, threats, and fierce opposition. Some resented her efforts to educate Black and Native children. Others thought such work was imprudent, even dangerous.

But mercy with teeth is never timid.

The Temptation to Delegate

There is a subtle temptation in all of us.

We see a need and say:

  • “Someone should do something.”

  • “The Church should address this.”

  • “We should pray for more vocations.”

Katharine Drexel heard those same inner whispers and refused them.

Mercy, for her, meant asking not Who will go? but Lord, is it me?

This is often uncomfortable. It disrupts our plans. It risks reputation and security. It sometimes requires proximity to suffering.

But mercy without proximity can become abstraction.

A Question for Us

Most of us are not heirs or heiresses of immense fortunes. We are not being asked to found a religious congregation.

But we are being asked something.

Where are we tempted to ask others to serve rather than become servants?
To recommend rather than respond?
To encourage rather than engage?

Katharine’s life reminds us that mercy is not complete when the check clears. It is complete when love becomes incarnate.

Christ did not delegate the Cross.

And sometimes, neither can we.