Edith Stein (+ 1942) was a brilliant philosopher, earning her doctorate summa cum laude in August of 1916 on the problem of empathy – understanding the suffering of others. Fitting, for she came into in the world on Yom Kippur, the Jewish Day of Atonement. Brought up in an observant Judaic household of eleven children, she was always her her mother’s favourite. Lapsing into atheism in early youth, her inquisitive mind and expansive, generous soul never rested easy with such a hope-less philosophy.
Two things prompted her conversion to Catholicism in young adulthood: The first was seeing someone go into a church to kneel, pray and converse with God:
This was something totally new to me. In the synagogues and Protestant churches I had visited, people simply went to the services. Here, however, I saw someone coming straight from the busy marketplace into this empty church, as if going to have an intimate conversation. It was something I never forgot.
Of course, as she was later to realize, the church was not empty, but filled with a Presence beyond her imagining or any philosophy.
The second was finding the autobiography of Saint Teresa of Avila upon a visit to a Catholic home, which she read in one night, resolving then and there to become not only a Catholic, but a Carmelite nun.
When I had finished the book, I said to myself: This is the truth…My longing for truth was a single prayer.
She followed through on the conversion to Catholicism. When she approached the priest, he said she would have to be instructed, but he soon discovered that Edith, who had read what she could get her hands on, was more than instructed enough, and was received into the Church on January 1, 1922. She felt a call also to ‘go higher’, but was asked by her bishop and her spiritual director to hold off on entrance to religious life, and dedicate her refined mind,, considerable energy and work ethic to teaching, writing, translating, leaving behind a remarkable body of work still being studied and bearing fruit.
When the Nazi persecution increased in fury, in 1933 the Bishop allowed Edith to enter the Carmel at Cologne, where she took the name Teresa Benedicta a Cruce – Theresa Blessed by the Cross – and where she spent the remainder of her life, except for the final few days. The last time she saw her mother – who had taken her conversion rather ahead – was October 12th of that year, Edith’s birthday and the last day of the Jewish feast of tabernacles. Three years before, she had written the mysterious and prophetic words,
Every time I feel my powerlessness and inability to influence people directly, I become more keenly aware of the necessity of my own holocaust.
Sure enough, God honoured her willingness to suffer for her people, the Church, the world. She and her sister Rosa – who had followed Edith into the Faith and Carmel – were smuggled across the border into Holland, for their safety. But in a direct response to the Dutch bishops speaking out forcefully against the Nazi persecution, the Nazis decreed that Catholics, especially those of ‘non-Aryan’ lineage – would suffer and pay the price. Sister Theresa and her sister were arrested in their own chapel and, with 987 others, taken to Auschwitz, where they were went to eternity in the horrors of the gas chambers, likely on this day in 1942. There are reports of her comforting mothers and their daughters in those few days of horror, and we may trust that Sister Benedicta took many with her to heaven.
Teresa Benedicta was canonized as a martyr for the Faith by Pope Saint John Paul II on October 11, 1998, after a remarkable miraculous cure, and was declared also one of the primary patrons of Europe. Her remarkable and life and journey provide a ‘sign’ for all of us, that the path to paradise is through the Christ and His Church – and the Cross. Even if the graces therefrom flow into those souls outside her visible confines, once one becomes aware of this necessity, this is the road they must trod – the Way, the Truth and the Life. After all, once you discover, like Teresa, that ‘this is the truth’, why would you not?
To paraphrase Pope Saint John Paul, may Europe rediscover the joy, beauty and grace of her own Baptism, before her disintegration and dissolution – inevitable outside of Christ -become irrevocable.
Saint Teresa Benedicta of the Cross, ora pro nobis!