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“A father’s communication with his many children… that is one of the most agreeable occupations of my life” 1857
While on pilgrimage some years ago I was introduced to one of St. Eugene’s family members who might have been one of those who referred to Eugene as his “Oncle Eugene”. I remember being impressed and happy to meet someone within Eugene’s family lineage. Something that had been missing with my family as it seems no one spoke of many of them unless they were seen as great and successful in their lifetime; however they were left unnamed only because when their names were spoken there followed a long list of their various imperfections.
As I read this beautiful account of Eugene’s family, I was a little unsettled only because I realise that I picked up many of my families’ ways of judging and condemning… And yet I refer to myself as being one of St. Eugene’s daughters…
With this morning’s reflection I realise the importance of my name, my full name. Not something to be ashamed of, or fearful that another would recognize my name and judge that I am still the woman that I once was. How often those wounds within me continue to bleed as they hide in the shadows.
The Spirit reminded me both yesterday and a couple of weeks ago, that in spite of my heritage and failures how more than 40 years ago I heard God say my name and how greatly I am loved and forgiven.
I recall the drawn image with Jesus in the center – his heart aflame and sharing that fire and love with his disciples, friends and all the world’s poorest.
Ongoing healing…