Being of humble origins neednt keep us from doing great things for God. Blessed Jeanne Jugan is proof of that.
Born to a poor family in Brittany, France, she learned the meaning of hard work at an early age. She also learned the beauty of the faith passed on to her by her widowed mother. At the age of 16, Jeanne became a kitchen maid for a family whose mistress often took the young girl on visits to the sick and poor. Over time Jeanne developed a special love for the aged, particularly poor widows.
She did hospital work and domestic service for years. At age 47 several other women moved into Jeannes home, where they became an informal prayer community and eventually elected Jeanne as superior. They supported themselves through domestic work; in their free time they catechized children and aided the poor as best they could. Over
time the community came to be known as the congregation of the Little Sisters
of the Poor. Their members, who begged for the needs of the elderly in their
care, took vows of poverty, chastity, obedience and hospitality.
A benefactor provided the growing community of women with a convent; other houses
were soon established. Members begged for the needs of the elderly in their
care and ate only leftovers. Sister Mary of the Cross, as she was known, proved
to be a talented organizer and fundraiser, but jealousies and squabbles forced
her to step down as superior. Her spiritual director instructed her to remain
in a hidden life behind the walls of the motherhouse. Her last 27 years were
spent in obscurity. She quietly supervised the manual work of the postulants,
who were unaware of the real story behind the humble, elderly nun who loved and
encouraged them. She lived to see Pope Leo XIII approve the constitutions for
the Little Sisters of the Poor in 1879. But Jeanne Jugan was not officially
recognized as the founder of the congregation until 14 years after her death.
Pope John Paul II beatified her in 1982.
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Charles Dickens, a contemporary of Jeanne
Jugan, said of her: There is in this woman something so calm, and so holy,
that in seeing her I know myself to be in the presence of a superior being. Her
words went straight to my heart, so that my eyes, I know not how, filled with
tears.