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Saint Thérèse of Lisieux, born Marie
also known as Saint Thérèse of the
Child Jesus and the Holy Face,
Was a French Catholic Discalced
Carmelite nun who is widely venerated
in modern times. She is popularly
known as "The Little Flower of
Jesus", or simply "The Little Flower".
Best known for her heart-stopping book:
Story of a Soul: The Autobiography of St.
Therese of Lisieux (the Little Flower)
Born: January 2, 1873, Alençon, France
Died: September 30, 1897, Lisieux, France
Canonized: 17 May 1925 by Pope Pius XI
Thérèse has been a highly influential
model of sanctity for Catholics and
for others because of
the simplicity and practicality of her
approach to the spiritual life. Together
with Saint Francis of Assisi,
she is one of the most popular saints
in the history of the church.
Pope Pius X called her "the greatest
saint of modern times".
In a play of Joan of Arc - her dress
caught fire! This lead to her
understanding that fire can cleanse
Thérèse felt an early call to religious
life, and overcoming various obstacles,
in 1888 at the early age of 15, she
became a nun and joined two of her
older sisters in the cloistered
Carmelite community of Lisieux,
Normandy Another sister, Céline,
also later joined the order.
After nine years as a Carmelite
religious,having fulfilled various
offices such as sacristan and
assistant to the novice mistress,
and having spent her last eighteen
months in Carmel in a night of faith.
Thérèse's final years were marked
by a steady decline that she bore
resolutely and without complaint.
Thérèse died at the age of 24,
following a slow and painful
fight against tuberculosis.
Sometimes, when I read spiritual
treatises in which perfection is
shown with a thousand obstacles,
surrounded by a crowd of illusions,
my poor little mind quickly tires.
I close the learned book
which is breaking my head and
drying up my heart, and I
take up Holy Scripture.
Then all seems luminous to me; a
single word uncovers for my soul
infinite horizons; perfection seems
simple; I see that it is enough to
recognize one's nothingness and
to abandon oneself, like a child,
into God's arms. Leaving to great
souls, to great minds, the beautiful
books I cannot understand,
I rejoice to be little because
only children, and those who
are like them, will be admitted
to the heavenly banquet.