by Blessed James Alberione
St. Matthias
Apostle
St. Matthias was one of Jesus' first disciples. In today's First Reading we read an account of how, after the Ascension of our Lord, St. Peter proposed to the faithful that a disciple of Christ be chosen to fill the place of Judas among the Twelve. When the lots were drawn, the choice fell upon Matthias. According to an ancient tradition, this zealous Apostle labored to spread the Faith in Ethiopia and was martyred there.
Let us invoke St. Matthias when in doubt as to which state of life to select, and be prompt in the fulfillment of God's will.
Recourse to Mary
St. Bernard wrote, "The Lord wills that every grace should pass through Mary." In any need, always and everywhere, one can have recourse to the rosary. The rosary is a universal supplication of individual souls, of the community, of the Church and of all mankind. Rather than feeling alone, the soul feels itself to be a member of a universal body. Said John XXIII: "The Church... lives amid hardships, adversities and tempests of social disorder, which often turn into frightening threats. But its gaze is fixed, and its energies of nature and grace always tend toward the supreme destiny of the eternal goals."
What Strikes Me Most Today
I have to tell you why I picked the picture above. I used to see this image of St. Matthias frequently. When I was young, my older brother would sometimes have the job of taking me to mass if my parents were working or taking younger siblings to games. We were in Most Precious Blood Parish, but he told my parents he really liked the priest who said mass at St. Matthias Parish, so we would go there. Sort of.
My brother would pull up at St. Matthias and have me run in to get a bulletin. Then we would drive to the Electric Groove Arcade, where my brother would bring me out a Coke, then he would go back in and play pinball and foosball with his friends, while I stayed in the car reading the St. Matthias bulletin. At first I thought this drawing on the St. Matthias bulletin was Jesus, but later learned it was actually St. Matthias. After an hour, my brother drove me home, and he would make sure we left the bulletin on the countertop so my parents would know we had been to St. Matthias. I later learned my parents didn't know anyone at St. Matthias, and I don't think my parents ever learned that we never actually set foot inside the church on those days.
Sorry for the random/rambling story, but this story is what strikes me most whenever St. Matthias is mentioned.
What strikes you most today?
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