You know, ever since we moved down here where the 'gators got that granny and are not your favorite pets, I've often admired the pelicans and flamingos and thought, "I know people I'd like to see the 'gators chomp chomp but, please, spare the beautiful birds!"
So today's Saint reminds me I really need to try to be nicer even to some people. Bastards though they are.
Look at that picture! Poor Martin had a white dad and black mom. So he couldn't be a priest back then. The Dominicans handed him a broom and sent him to clean up the mess the priests were making. But God handed Martin the gift of grace. I guess mom was some sort of voodoo queen and dad a nice guy, so Martin used to heal people's ills and reconcile their conflicts. Almost as well as he fed a variety of the very animals who usually preyed on each other! Seems like people and animals prayed with Martin instead of preying on each other! As Martin worked with his broom in the church and priory.
Sister Mary Martina, for obvious reasons, told us a wonderful story when we were kids about the Saint that the last "Good Pope," Saint John XXIII, had just canonized back then. Sister said one day Martin heard his Dominican superiors talking about exterminating all the mice in the priory and church. So he helped the mice escape.