He tried his vocation several times, he couldn't settle down. He maybe had ADD?
Some say he had mental illness, maybe bipolar - but I'm not so sure about that - these are all 20th century diagnoses. If you need that, that's fine. He will be whatever you want him to be, because his sole occupation was love.
He lived on the peripheries of everything and everyone. He didn't - or couldn't fit in. Our Lord told him to imitate St. Alexis, an earlier pilgrim saint - who couldn't be married. They sanctified their lives, poor, and living on the margins.
Benedict Joseph was a Cordbearer of St. Francis. He wasn't an oblate. He had no initials after his name, like osf or ocds. He wasn't a monk or a pseudo monk. He wasn't a religious. He wouldn't ever even consider himself a contemplative. He was a nothing. He had no status. He was a single, Catholic man. Oh. And he was really, really poor too. Penniless, no home, no bike, no nothing. What he had, he shared with his fellow destitute companions in the streets.
Kids used to throw stones at him. He suffered humiliations because he was a 'stranger and a pilgrim' not because he acted a fool. He was dirty, stinking, lice infested ... but his sole occupation was love.
Pray for me my dear father St. Benedict Joseph, that I may repent, and no longer care what people think, so long as I can love God ... We are coming very close to one another now - and I'm still scared and have no courage - rescue me my brother, my father. Pray for me now and at the hour of my death. Thank you.
Thank you Most Holy Trinity, and Our Blessed Virgin Mary, for the graces lavished upon the little poor man, Benedict Jospeh Labre. Oh, for a double portion of his spirit!
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