This morning, I set out to visit the nearby high school. Normally, I am there on Thursdays but yesterday saw me busy with other matters, so off I went, only to discover today that although the students are in classes, the chaplain who I would normally meet is at another location today. These are relatively informal visits (for the most part) so after spending just a few moments to greet arriving students and staff, I left the school. No problem: the students are scheduled to celebrate Mass here next week, so maybe then I'll be able to tell them about today's Mexican saint (unless of course there is some other focus that might take over the spotlight, like Advent or some other hero in faith).
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Saint Juan's story is one of my cherished ones. I saw his cloak with the roses(on an escalator at a SAFE distance) while visiting Mexico years ago and it has left its mark. The question? Why does God seem to choose those who seem the least likely to be able to carry out God's wishes and in such out of the way places? And yet they do? Choices.
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