The Holy Shadow
From the August 1892 issue of The Christian Science Journal by Ruth Craft
Long, long ago, there lived a saint so good that the astonished angels came down from heaven to see how a mortal could be so godly. He simply went about his daily life, diffusing virtue as the star diffuses light, and the flower perfume, without even being aware of it.
Two words summed up his day:— he gave, he forgave. Yet these words never fell from his lips: they were expressed in his ready smile, in his kindness, forbearance and charity.
The angels said to God: “O Lord, grant him the gift of miracles” God replied: “I consent: ask what he wishes.”
So they said to the saint: “Should you like the touch of your hands to heal the sick?”
“No,” answered the saint: “I would rather God should do that.”
“Should you like to convert guilty souls, and bring back wandering hearts to the right path?”
“No: that is the mission of angels. I pray, I do not convert.”
“Should you like to become a model of patience, attracting men by the Iustre of your virtues, and thus glorifying God?”
“No:” replied the saint:” if men should be attracted to me, they would become estranged from God. The Lord has other means of glorifying himself.”
“What do you desire, then?” cried the angels.
“What can I wish for?” asked the saint, smiling. “That God give me his grace: with that should I not have everything?”
But the angels insisted: “You must ask for a miracle, or one will be forced upon you.”
“Very well,” said the saint: ”that I may do a great deal of good, without ever knowing it!”
The angels were greatly perplexed. They took counsel together, and resolved upon the following plan: every time the saint’s shadow should fall behind him, or at either side, so that he could not see it, it should have the power to cure disease, soothe pain, and comfort sorrow.
And so it came to pass. When the saint walked along, his shadow thrown on the ground, on either side or behind him, made arid paths green, caused withered plants to bloom, gave clear water to dried-up brooks, fresh color to pale little children, and joy to unhappy mothers.
But the saint simply went about his daily life, diffusing virtue as the star diffuses light, and the flower perfume, without ever being aware of it.
And the people, respecting his humility, followed him silently, never speaking to him about his miracles. Little by little, they came even to forget his name, and called him only, “The Holy Shadow.”