He could read hearts.With such a gift people would travel
for hundreds of miles
just to go to him
for confession of their sins.
He was given an assignment
in a very small town
most priests wouldn't desire.
Maybe he didn't either.
But it didn't keep him from blooming
where he was planted.
Are we blooming where we are planted?
Or are we waiting
for another stage in our life,
a better time, a better place?
This is the time, this is the place, now!
Like St. John Vianney,
through the grace of God
we can be faithful to our "ars."
Ars is the place he was assigned.
Wherever we are assigned right now--
our home, our family, our circumstances--
is the place we need to bloom.
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