Blessed Dina Belanger, a home-grown Canadian saint – see our words on the martyr Andre Grasset from September 2nd – whom we commemorate today, was from St. Roch, now a suburb of Quebec city. She early one displayed musical talent, and, by hard work and discipline, she developed into becoming a concert pianist, performing in the United States and Canada.
But earthly success was not enough; at a young age, praying before the Blessed Sacrament, she had consecrated herself privately to Christ, which was soon to flower into a vocation to the religious life.
Dina signified clearly the daily battle required to practise ‘heroic virtue’, to dig deep, and not just avoid the obvious vices Christ condemns, but pull up even their smallest and seemingly insignificant manifestations by their very roots, with consistent victories over self. This was instilled in her early by her devout parents, her mother teaching her to make the sign of the cross early, and she always loved the Angelus, running downstairs to join in when the bell tolled. Her parents encouraged her to pay attention at Mass – a nearly thankless task for all those with small children – hiding the ceramic doll with which Dina was enamoured. When the young girl threw a tantrum – to which she was, like nearly all children, quite disposed to get her way – her father got up from the table and joined in. Dina was so mortified at seeing her dear Dad act so idiotically, she never succumbed to another.
And, as she grew, she learned more and more to internalize this discipline. When another Sister complained about her – as one might expect, nearly perfect – piano playing, Dina not only did not allow oneself to feel upset, but, by an act of will, rejoiced that her fellow religious may just have said something sort of true, which would help her grow in virtue.
She strove for absolute perfection even in the smallest of things, seeing in each action the weight of eternity. This made her an excellent pianist – each key pressed just right, and led to the ultimate perfection of the consecrate life, offering herself on August 11, 1920 as a postulant to the Religieuses de Jésus-Marie (Religious Congregation of Jesus and Mary, which still has 1300 members throughout the world), taking the fitting religious name of Sister Cecelia of Rome, giving piano lessons to young girls as part of her apostolate. One wonders what it took for a master musician to master the patience to watch and encourage endless streams of beginners stumbling over their D major scales.
In this environment Dina strove even more for sanctity, beloved by all, but not standing out, nor conspicuous. She was just like everyone else, the other Sisters recalled after her death, only somehow, in some not-quite definable way, more perfect, never losing her temper, nor gossiping, just quiet and unassuming. But behind that humble exterior was a soul forged in the fires of sanctity, long years of prayer, grace and discipline.
In 1923, Sister Cecile contracted scarlet fever from a student, which developed into fatal tuberculosis. She offered up every ounce of her sufferings for the love of God and His Christ, Who would reveal Himself to her, and with whom she would speak interiorly. She was asked by her superiors to write her autobiography, which, as Christ prophesied, would do much good, and it indeed has. She died, surrounded by her sisters, on September 4th, 1929.
Alas, even the intercession of Blessed Dina, and all the panoply of canonized, could not – or not fully – save Quebec, once a Catholic bastion producing untold numbers of vocations like Dina’s, the land dotted with glorious convents, seminaries, churches. Now, many of these majestic buildings dot the beautiful landscape, many are closed and deserted, or converted into apartments or discotheques. Reading her life, and of the province once steeped in Catholicism in which she grew up, is like reading of the Middle Ages, an era that seems gone forever.
But is it? As Saint Augustine describes his own conversion, God draws us to Himself as ‘beauty ever ancient, ever new…’, and, who knows, someday even Quebec, and Canada, may rediscover some of their Catholicism, which is to say, rediscover themselves.
There are still those with eyes to see and ears to hear that beauty, which is the beauty of holiness, too often obscured by those vices I just mentioned; may we pray with and to Blessed Dina today that such clarity as she had is given to many more.
Dina was beatified by a fellow saint, Pope John Paul II, on March 20, 1993, with whom she now rejoices – and intercedes – for us in heaven.
Bienheuruex Dina, pries pour nous!