Feast of St. Augustine

Growing up with a pagan father and a Christain mother, Augustine was not a Christain himslef for years. He had a wild life full of debauchery before his conversion which was largely prompted by his mother's intercession (St. Monica whose feast was yesterday.) After his conversion he became a Bishop, and is today considered a Doctor of the Church. Knowing there was once hope for St. Augustine, we know there is hope for all of us.

“Too late have I loved you, O Beauty of ancient days, yet ever new! Too late I loved you! And behold, you were within, and I abroad, and there I searched for you; I was deformed, plunging amid those fair forms, which you had made. You were with me, but I was not with you. Things held me far from you—things which, if they were not in you, were not at all. You called, and shouted, and burst my deafness. You flashed and shone, and scattered my blindness. You breathed odors and I drew in breath—and I pant for you. I tasted, and I hunger and thirst. You touched me, and I burned for your peace” (St. Augustine, Confessions).