A Penitent Blogger

Mindful of my imperfections, seeking to know Truth more deeply and to live Love more fully.

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Thursday, November 11, 2004

Army Son

Martin was what is affectionately known as a “military brat.” His dad was an army officer and the family moved depending upon where he was assigned. It was no surprise that when he was old enough, Martin joined the army too.

Martin’s unit was eventually deployed far from his family. Before long, he became interested in the Church. One day he found a half-naked beggar shivering beside the road. Martin tore his weather gear in half and gave it to the man. Soon afterward, Martin was baptized and later honorably discharged.

After visiting his family and traveling a little, Martin embraced a life of prayerful solitude. He developed a reputation for holiness; a community of monks gathered around him and he spoke at many places throughout the country.

When the bishop of a nearby city died, Martin was asked to take his place, but he refused. A rich man then asked Martin to come and visit his dying wife. When Martin came, he found the people of the city all begging him to accept the position as their shepherd.

Martin proved to be a very effective shepherd, ministering to the needs of the people, aiding Churches in other areas, and yet retaining the ascetic lifestyle of a monk, living in a small cell just outside of town.

Martin died an old man after a long life of service to God and his people at the end of the 4th century. His reputation continued to spread even after his death and St. Martin of Tours would be one of France’s most venerated men of God.