The visit to St. Joseph’s Oratory is to be the highlight of my tour of Montreal. It’s a Roman Catholic Basilica on the northern slope of Mount Royal. The Oratory’s dome is the third-largest of its kind in the world after the Basilica of Our Lady of Peace of Yamoussoukro in the Ivory Coast and Saint Peter’s Basilica in Rome. This is the largest in Canada. It being large and on top of a mountain made it seem really gigantic to me.
With the tour bus making way through the foothills of the mountain I looked up at the oratory and asked God, “why such a big church?” God was silent. Higher up the mountain the bus driver narrated the conception and construction of the church. The basilica was dedicated to St. Joseph to whom Brother Andre, the founder of the Basilica, credited all his reported miracles. I came to know that on display in the basilica is a wall covered with thousands of crutches from the crippled who came to the Basilica and were healed. They didn’t have a need for their crutches on their way home. They left those there as their testimony.
I then realized that Bro. Andre is a spiritual giant for the Lord, thus the giant church in front of me. It became clearer to me, then and even now, that God is in the process of raising spiritual giants! I watched the pilgrims around posing for solo shots with the Basilica as the background. I thought to myself “I wonder if they know?” I wonder if they know that God is in the process of making spiritual giants out of them too. I may be going through the giant-making process myself and oblivious about it. If it so, then what a blessing that is!
Saints make saints just as disciples make disciples. It for sure is no coincidence that I am here to learn how God used St. Joseph to make a spiritual giant out of Bro. Andre. I looked inward myself and know without a doubt that I do not have the determination of an apostle. I’d be curious to witness how God will work on me. The chosen twelve did not only believe what they witnessed, but they taught what they believed, and they died for what they taught. I cry over paper cuts.
Being raised to grow in character is painful but I am being prepared for great responsibility. Even in the middle of my misery God still comes with a blessing. I need to believe that I am part of the generation of the Chosen. God is making wonders because God wants to bless. God will make wonders in me because God wants to bless through me. Who knows!? Maybe surviving paper cuts is a necessary step in God’s giant-making process. After all, He works in mysterious ways.