Fr. Ron Rolheiser, omi


March 7, 2016

They say the book you most need to read finds you when you most need to read it. I've had that experience many times, most recently with Heather King's book, Shirt of Flame, A Year with Saint Thérèse of Lisieux.

The title of the book is borrowed from T.S. Eliot's, Four Quartets. Eliot suggests love itself, God, is behind the torment we often feel in our fiery desires and that the burning we feel there is an "intolerable shirt of flame."

King writes this book from a fiery context in her own life.

She is a freelance journalist and writer, single, divorced, an alcoholic in recovery.

King is also reconciling some darkness in her past, dealing with a paralyzing obsession because the man she is in love with will not respond to her, risking the financial stability of a career in law for the insecurity of being a freelance writer, plus struggling with the sense of being an outsider to normal family, marriage and community.

She sees herself as an orphan at all the banquets of life.

So King sets off for a year to immerse herself in one of the most intriguing saints of all time, Thérèse of Lisieux. Her goal is to see whether Thérèse might be a moral and spiritual compass by which to sort out her own life.

The result is a powerful, deeply insightful, adult book.

King recognizes in Thérèse's soul, inside someone who could seemingly give up everything for God, the same fiery desires she feels within her own soul. She also recognizes that those fires can purify or destroy, redeem or torment, turn someone into a great saint or a great sinner.


King lets Thérèse's fire shed light on her own fires. Since what is most personal and private inside of us is also the most universal, by revealing her own deep, private struggles, her book sheds light on the universal human struggle.

The book is self-revealing but never exhibitionist, a tricky formula that she handles well.

For example, drawing upon a famous incident in Thérèse's life when as a little girl, asked by her older sister who presented her with a velvet sewing basket full of coloured balls to pick one thing, Thérèse said: "I choose all!" and took the entire basket and walked away.

King reflects upon her own struggle to will the one thing: Here's the parallel she draws to her own life: "'I choose all!' said Thérèse, and the further I progressed, the more I saw that the human dilemma is to want it all.

"I wanted to be celibate, and I wanted wantonly to give myself to a spouse, I wanted dark secrets, noise, lights, mania and the stimulation of a city, and I wanted to plant a garden, tend animals and live on a farm. I wanted to live in the same place all my life, and I wanted to travel every inch of the globe before I died.

"I wanted to sit utterly still, and I was also driven to be constantly on the move. I wanted to be hidden and anonymous, and I wanted to be famous. I wanted to be close to my family, and I wanted to leave my family behind.

"I wanted to devote my life to activism, and I wanted to devote my life to contemplation. I wanted to give everything to God, and I didn't know how. I longed to give my undivided self, and I couldn't."

Reflecting on Thérèse's vow of poverty, King writes: "Poverty is never, never voluntary. Poverty consists precisely in all the ways you absolutely don't want to be poor."

King draws upon the German poet Gertrud von le Fort who wrote that when her soul was most in anguish everything around her in effect said, "But you are nothing!"


King then writes: "At last someone had told my story. For the last 10 years especially, I had been in anguish and 'they' - my husband, the person I loved, the legal profession, the medical profession when I had cancer, the publishing industry - had said in so many words: 'But you are nothing.'

"Everywhere I turned: a blank wall. Everything I had hoped for: ashes. Everything I had worked for: 'But you are nothing.' . . . One morning in the shower, I wept to Christ: 'I don't love you and you don't love me either!'"

We've all been there.


If you are struggling with faith, with brokenness in your life, with an obsession, with an addiction, with a gnawing sense that your life is not what it should be, with the sense of being the outsider, an orphan at all the banquets of life and, most of all, with the sense you don't love Jesus and he doesn't love you either, that you are nothing, then let this book find you.

It's a book for those who think they might be too sick to be helped by a doctor.