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Kissing the Leper

Clearly, I am hoping this will not be just another blog. I'd like to win a Pulitzer (oh, they don't have those for blogs, do they?), but I am realistic.


I have something to say. Hopefully, I will find an audience. As the mother of five teens, and a high school teacher, I am used to being ignored on a regular basis, but I have confidence (and better yet, faith!) that I will find my way in the blog-sphere.

So, why the title, "Kissing the Leper"? Many people are familiar with St. Francis of Assisi as "that guy who liked animals", but his spirituality and story are much richer than that. As a young man, he was a "party animal", with delusions of grandeur in the military life. This was not God's plan.

You can read about Francis' conversion in a lot of places, but he always had a deep aversion to the lepers that found refuge outside the city limits. They were most certainly pitiable folks, relegated to the very bottom of society, and burdened with a disfiguring disease. Francis could not bear them.

However, as his faith deepened, and as his call to Christ became more pronounced, Francis was drawn to these people, and actually came to embrace them, both literally and figuratively. He kissed the leper, and in doing so, found love and Christ in a place where previously he had been disgusted.

I'm not saying I'm disgusted with things that have happened to me, but I can certainly say I've had to face challenges that I never would have chosen. Like Francis, though, I have found these experiences have only brought me closer to Christ.

That's what "Kissing the Leper" is going to be about: facing challenges, planned and unplanned, and knowing that somehow, some way, that kiss will bear spiritual fruit.

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