Father Michael Belinsky, C.S.C., ‘83
Today, we remember Blessed Basil Moreau of the Congregation of Holy Cross, who was beatified by Pope Benedict XVI in 2007.
Like the disciples in today’s Gospel, Blessed Moreau was called by the Lord. He didn’t see the Lord as the disciples did, dappled in sunshine on the shore of the Sea of Galilee. He didn’t hear the Lord call out to him as the disciples did, from his husky voice in Aramaic. But in the depths of his heart and soul, Blessed Moreau experienced the Lord Jesus all the same, even 1,800 years after the Crucifixion and Resurrection; he heard the Lord clearly and insistently call him by name.
Most callings are not heard aurally; rather, most are felt. Usually we know, from deep within, that we want to befriend someone, that we desire to be married and create a home, that we hope to become a prize-winning journalist or field-worthy farmer or health-healing nurse or adventurous missionary. It’s a discovery that we uncover, whose truth is held at the center of our being.
For myself, for some strange reason of providence or quirky karma, the Lord has drawn me from my childhood home of Montana to a place at the table with my fellow religious. As sons of Blessed Moreau, we carry the C.S.C. initials after our last name. I would not have predicted it. At times, I’m certain that I am not worthy of it. Regardless, though, it’s the same Lord who called the disciples, who named the apostles, and who continues to call each one of us into life with him, to help hasten the coming of his Kingdom.