Saint Gabriel of Our Lady of Sorrows: Another Little Saint

In 2016, we lost our third child to miscarriage. Our oldest daughter was five years old at the time, and she had been eagerly anticipating the birth of her new brother or sister later that year. Our baby was too young to determine whether or not it was a boy or girl, but we both felt in our hearts that he was a little boy. The evening before his remains were surgically delivered, we knew we wanted to pick his name, so that our Catholic obstetrician could give him a conditional baptism. In an effort to console our heartbroken preschooler, we asked her if she wanted to name her baby brother.

She sat with her little picture book of saints, and carefully turned the pages. Finally, she stopped, pointed to a picture and asked, “Who is that, Mommy?”

“That’s St. Gabriel of Our Lady of Sorrows.”

“That’s who I pick, because he looks a little bit sad, like me.”

 

Since we also loved St. Gabriel the Archangel, we decided that he would be our little Gabriel. At the time, I knew little of St. Gabriel of Our Lady of Sorrows, but I now see how truly fitting that patron was for my little son.

Gabriel (born Francis) lived a simple life, and died at the age of 24. He was a member of the Passionists, but he died before he was ordained a priest. He didn’t do anything remarkable by the world’s standards, but he did suffer. And many of the sufferings that he endured (such as his final battle with tuberculosis) were hidden.  

All mothers who miscarry children find themselves wondering who their child would have been. What would he have done? How would he have looked? How old would he be right now, if he had lived? What difference would he have made in the world?

I have wondered all of these things about my Gabriel, but I have also felt deeply that God’s plan for him is not over — it is just different from the plan he has for my living children. Our family has experienced the effects of the intercession of our little saint on more than one occasion. Although I don’t know how God is using him, I know that God is using my son in hidden ways that I will not understand in this life.

My son was so young and so small that hopefully he never knew suffering. He also never knew the consolation of being held in his (earthly) mother’s arms. But truly — I don’t know what he experienced. His life was a hidden one, just like his patron saint’s life was.

Although saints whose lives are more heroic, interesting, and visible may capture our imaginations, the reality is that most of us will not be called to be that sort of saint. Most of us will endure quiet, daily white martyrdoms — not red ones. Most of us will walk paths of sainthood that consist of hidden suffering. Were we to consider that possibility in the eyes of the world, it would seem that we were destined for failure. Not only does the world glance askance at suffering, it also fails to understand hiddenness.

God’s ways, however, are not like the ways of the world. He chose to become incarnate as a poor child in a stable. He died a criminal’s death. He sought not greatness, but suffering. And in his suffering, he showed us the greatness of his love.

This year, the feast of St. Gabriel of Our Lady of Sorrows comes the day after Ash Wednesday. It is a fitting beginning to our Lenten season. How often are we tempted to choose showy or complicated penances for ourselves during Lent, when what God asks of us is often small and hidden? We may want to give up social media for Lent, publishing our practice with the appropriate meme — but what if God instead wants us to give up complaining about people on social media? We may want to take on some great practice of piety — but what if God is asking us to take time to say something kind to our spouse every day instead? Although the former practices may seem to be the more acceptable, holy ones, Jesus reminds us that God wants “mercy not sacrifice” …and often the greatest sacrifice is the hidden practice of mercy. This does not mean that we shouldn’t undertake more traditional practices of piety or penance, but it does mean that we should discern how God is asking us to sacrifice our own desire for greatness, that we may manifest his mercy in hidden ways.

Gabriel of Our Lady of Sorrows knew the truth of this. His quiet, mostly hidden life of suffering was short, yet…it was a life lived in the heart of God’s mercy. His suffering was lovingly embraced from that perspective. As this Lent begins, let us do the same.

image: Shrine of Gabriele dell’Addolorata window by Havang(nl) / Wikimedia Commons (CC0)

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Michele Chronister is a wife, and mother to three little girls and one little one in heaven. She received her BA and MA in theology from the University of Notre Dame (’09 and ’11). She is the author of a number of books, including Handbook for Adaptive Catechesis, the co-author of Faith Beginnings – Family Nurturing from Birth Through Preschool, editor of the book Rosaries Aren't Just for Teething, as well as an assortment of Catholic children's books. In addition to writing, she also homeschools her daughters, and is the social media manager for the Office of Natural Family Planning in the Archdiocese of St. Louis. When her oldest was a baby, she realized that their family life had taken on a sort of monastic rhythm – eat, pray, play, sleep. Prompted by this, she started the blog My Domestic Monastery (www.mydomesticmonastery.com), where she shares inspiration for families wanting to grow in holiness.

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