Jan. 27, Feast of St. Angela Merici. Born in the 15th century, she dedicated herself at an early age to Christ as His Bride and founded the Ursuline order after Pope Clement VII asked her to remain in Rome.
You don't have to twist my arm to join a link-up about Chesterton. You don't have to pay me. You don't even have to ask nicely. In fact, I'd probably pay you. If I'm not reading Chesterton, I'm thinking Chesterton. A little less successfully, I'm trying to live Chesterton; find the mystical in little, daily things, do what brings me joy, write about that which I find interesting ("there's no such thing as an uninteresting subject, only an uninterested person"--but that's for another weekend!) and which don't fit a genre and aren't aimed for results. Remember what an awe-some privilege it is to fight the merry fight, though I may grow weary.
Maybe I'll post something every weekend, and maybe I won't. But here's a start: the quote that named this blog.
As is always the case with anything of Chesterton's--be it a sentence, a paragraph, a chapter, a book--the significance of this simple thought crosses dimensions. All things are a drop in the sea of his all-encompassing philosophy--which is only, after all, that "old" religion, Christianity. So also the quote above is bigger that it first appears. It's not just about motherhood; it's about anything that God has seen good and fit to give charge to us. Whether that be children, or a husband, or a class full of students; stray cats, the poor, the parish women's club; a small business that makes beautiful, impractical things. Making our stories, and making them whole; not playing small, compartmentalized roles that everyone expects of us or that modern society forces upon us; but being the multidimensional people He created us to be, with many aspects and complexities, each skill and wound and virtue and failing a strong clear note sounding in harmony.
We are all, everyone one of us, everything to Someone.