Once, Bakhita was lost, knowing nothing of God’s love. Treated cruelly by humanity, she could only hope for something greater to appear. When it did, she was overwhelmed with joy and gratitude. “A man with a heart of gold gave me a crucifix. In giving it to me, he kissed it with devotion, and then explained to me that Jesus Christ, the Son of God, died for us.” So began her journey to emancipation, not only of her body, but of her soul – with a simple kiss.
A kiss of a crucifix, is it merely a pious act of days gone by? Perhaps we’ve lost something of ourselves, some of our innocence, in that loss of piety. Yet what a strong, simple witness it is! To lower our lips to touch the suffering body of Christ, to somehow offer Him solace, comfort and our love: isn’t this what we long to do? Doesn’t it tell the world of our devotion? Or have we become too proud to proclaim it?
St. Josephine Bakhita learned to love and kiss not only the crucifix, but the baptismal font where she first “became one of the daughters of God!” She was not ashamed to witness to the joy that she felt in her heart. Can we do the same? Today, find a way to make a simple, powerful witness to your love for Christ.
St. Josephine Bakhita, pray for us!