St. Joseph

I was born on Saint Joseph’s Day, March 19, in Saint Joseph’s Hospital at 12:17 a.m. In honor of this great saint, each year the first baby born on this day is given the title of the Saint Joseph’s Day baby. I was given that honor the year I was born, and I have a silver “sippy” cup to prove it. Because of this, I have always been told that I have a special connection to Saint Joseph and unquestioningly believed it to be true.

For most of my life, I felt I should be devoted to Saint Joseph. During my childhood, I liked to use my birthday for bragging rights; I was proud of my unique title. I had a small sense of being special. However, I never actually took the time to find out about my patron saint. I only prayed to him when I needed a special favor (like getting a job!). There was so much I didn’t understand about his life, and I’m embarrassed to say it took me until now to learn who Saint Joseph really is and why he is so important to the Catholic Church.

For the past 33 days, I have been going through a consecration to Saint Joseph. I had done a consecration to Mary, so I assumed I knew what it would be like. Throughout this consecration, my eyes were opened to see the truth of this silent world surrounding this saint that I never knew existed.

Father Calloway was the author of the book on this consecration, and he kept emphasizing the theme that this is the time of Saint Joseph. There is a reason we have not delved into the mysterious power of this saint until now. The Church has always been under attack since its foundation, but due to the severe and terrifying changes happening in the world today, it is time for our “silent weapon”, Saint Joseph, to no longer be silent.

Most Catholics are well aware of the messages relayed by Our Lady of Fatima:

“The final battle between the Lord and the kingdom of Satan will be about marriage and the family.”

I have heard this statement over and over again, but I did not grasp the gravity of what this battle would inflict on the world. Unfortunately, I see it clearly now, and I have seen what we have already lost. I fear for the souls who have succumbed to the lies of Satan simply because they seem so enticing.

In short, Satan is playing his role of the serpent once again, luring people to eat the forbidden fruit from the tree of life. We live in a world that no longer believes in gender roles and this takes away the essence of God because God is love.

In my opinion, the best stories ever told are stories of true love. Saint Joseph is central to these stories. The most noteworthy men written about in these timeless love stories could all be attributed to the model of Saint Joseph.

I have been searching, asking, begging and praying to find such a man. I never had the words for what I want this man, my future husband, to be. All I knew is that I would recognize him when I saw him. I finally understand why I was always confident of that statement. It is because I will see Saint Joseph in him. I am one day into another year of life and I don’t feel any closer to being united with this man for whom I have been praying. This birthday caused me more pain than I have ever felt before. I have to believe this pain is for a purpose. This pain must have been placed inside me by the Holy Spirit to remind me of what is truly good.

Saint Joseph was so in love with Mary that he devoted his life to protecting every part of her. He was the only person who could see her for everything she was. In order for Mary to fulfill the will of God, she needed Saint Joseph to fulfill his part, which was to be the guardian, the protector, the “terror of demons.” The only reason Saint Joseph could fulfill all these roles was because of his true love.

I need someone to see me the way Saint Joseph saw Mary. I know this kind of love exists, but it is slowly being replaced by a less committed type of love. This is why we all need Saint Joseph to inspire us; this is why I need Saint Joseph now.

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Originally published at Kitty in the City.

Kat Larson

Kat Larson

Once I moved to New York City I decided to start a blog about my experiences in the big city. The Holy Spirit continues to inspire me to write. I hope anyone who reads my blogs finds inspiration too.

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