I’ve been reading a lot about Catholic saints and monasticism lately. Not planning on converting to Catholicism, don’t worry. The reason is actually that part of the novel I’m writing takes place in a Benedictine monastery and I want to be accurate as I can about the topic.
Catholic monasteries are often named after a saint and so I did some research to find one who would fit with a theme that runs throughout the story. I ended choosing Saint Florent, for reasons I won’t go into to not ruin the plot. But during my search, I came across a true story that moved me deeply and that I simply need to share:
Such acts of courage and selfless compassion are rare among all religions and few are those who are capable of showing such love, especially to a stranger.
Son Of Freya 