At Brother Andre’s Door

When I was nearing the close of my RCIA instruction in 2015, Father Slowiak asked me if there was a particular Saint I thought I could “walk with” as I […]

When I was nearing the close of my RCIA instruction in 2015, Father Slowiak asked me if there was a particular Saint I thought I could “walk with” as I began this new life as a Catholic. I think he may have said “walk with” intentionally, still having protestant ears I might have misunderstood what it meant to journey with someone I never knew, and seemed unapproachably holy.

Five years earlier I had watched Brother Andre Bessette’s canonization on television and was struck by his story. I wasn’t looking for him, but it was compelling. Five years on, I told Father Slowiak Brother Andre was who I wanted to walk with.

St. Andre’s feast day falls on January 6th, also Epiphany, and so until February 6th, I try to walk a little closer to him. If you don’t know his story, I can summarize for you, something like this: French Canadian boy is born into poverty, suffers lifelong poor health, is orphaned at twelve, is illiterate, too ill for manual labor, is sent by a kind priest to the doorstep of the Congregation of the Holy Cross in Montreal, and is accepted as a novice, but with reluctance. What were they supposed to do with him? They made him Porter, floor scrubber, clothing mender, barber to the boys attending the school. And Doorkeeper.

And with that assignment, it seems The Lord wanted Andre in the special group some refer to as the Doorkeeper Saints, that many of you will understand from the life of Bl. Solanus Casey. In fact, there are many parallels in the lives of these new Saints. Yet, I’m left with so many questions.

What did the people leave behind, Andre, as you opened the door and listened to what what was troubling them? What did they see in you, Andre, after they crossed the threshold? How did you know, Andre, that St. Joseph wanted to help them? Did you know, Andre, that healings would begin to happen? How did you have the strength, Brother Andre, with your own illness, you could barely keep food down? And how did you, Andre, barely five feet tall, uneducated in all things except trust, manage to persuade people that a place of pilgrimage must be built-with the largest dome second only to St. Peter’s in Rome?

I’ve spent the better part of the last month pondering these things about my walking companion, And, I’ve purchased a passport. Someday, I hope to meet you, Andre, at that door in Montreal. Who wants to go? And I believe your message is the same, whether here or there, and it is simply, “Trust”.

-Bruce LaCrosse

As is my custom, I have done a sketch on this theme. It is of a fleur-de-lis, a motif found on the flag of Quebec, St. Andre’s homeland.

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