A true saint for our times is the one we celebrate today – Camillus de Lellis (+1614) (we will follow the Canadian calendar, and for those American readers who would like to reflect on Saint Kateri Tekakwitha, please see here).
Camillus was born in what is now Abruzzo, in Naples, in 1550. His father was a soldier often away on campaign, and, with his mother dying young, he was left more or less neglected, eventually orphaned, and adopted dissolute habits. Yet he was physically precocious, large and strong, so followed his father’s footsteps in the military life – which back then usually meant becoming a mercenary, hiring out your arms and sword to the highest bidder. There is not much nobility and honour in such a path.
Hence, Camillus walked the wayward labyrinth of the prodigal son, dissipating what inheritance had on women, wine and, most of all, gambling, addictied to ‘dice’, casting his lots for everything, and lost it all. As may have been expected, his life descended in a spiral – many of us must learn the wages of sin the hard and long way round, and some descend into that pit deeper than others.
It was when he had gambled away his boots that Camillus knew he had hit bottom, for this was in the days before ValuVillage and thrift stores, when footwear was hard to come by, and going barefoot meant penury and not much soldiering. He had also developed a suppurating wound in his leg, that refused to heal. No shoes, no money – but he, thought to himself, he could still serve. The wayward waif, now a dissipated giant, made his way to the Franciscan convent at Manfredonia, to serve as a lay-brother, doing whatever menial tasks were required. By their preaching, and more, their prayers and example, Camillus experience a deep conversion in his 25th year – after having lived a full life – in the year of 1575.
He tried thrice to join them as a novice, but, with his suppurating leg still refusing to heal, they had to let him go each time. So he made his way, poor, limping and in pain, to the San Giacomo hospital in Rome for the incurables, where he received some help, and did what chores were needed. As a patient, he saw how badly his fellow patients were treated – neglected, wallowing in their own filth, left more or less to die – and thought, well, what should I do? What could I do?
He knew he had to help, so signed up as a caregiver, working his way up to superintendent, and reformed the hospital from the ground up – and along with that, hospital management in general. He was way ahead of his time in the proper care for the sick, with hygiene, gentle bedside manners, personal attention, prayer and conversation with those ailing, healing of both body and soul.
Camillus placed himself under the spiritual direction of a fellow saint, Father Philip Neri, founder of the Oratory – who would later share with him the title ‘Apostle of Rome’. Saint Philip could scarcely restrain the zeal of this reformer, who seemed to know no bounds in his love and devotion to the sick, carrying them on his back, if he needed to, racking up debts, trusting in God, and practising a personal asceticism – hairshirts, sleepless nights – that was divinely inspired. Camillus knew that any external reform had to begin with what the Church describes as interiore conversione, that re-forming of one’s own mind, heart and soul. That is the real revolution we need.
In a moment of near-despair at the heavy burdens he was carrying, Camillus heard a voice from the cross: Why are you afraid? Do you not realize that this is not your work but mine?
Under Philip’s direction, to better serve his beloved sick and suffering, Camillus began studying for the priesthood at 32 years of age – which evokes the earlier example of Ignatius of Loyola, when ’32’ was far older then than it is now, persevering through the Latin, philosophy and theology. He was ordained on Pentecost of 1584, by Bishop Thomas Goldwell, the last Catholic bishop of England and Wales (before the re-establishing of the Church there in the 19th century).
Not yet content – saints never are – Father Camillus then went on to found a community to continue and expand the work, and so was born the Order of Clerks Regular, Ministers of the Infirm (M.I.), more commonly called the Camillians, which received formal recognition in 1584 by Pope Sixtus V, and who currently number over a thousand members, serving in 35 countries across the globe. They placed a large red cross on their originally black – later white – habits, which symbol was later adopted, inspired by Camillus’ example, by the society of the Red Cross in 1863 in Switzerland.
Their members, as Camillus requested, make a fourth vow, to serve the sick, even with danger to one’s own life, words upon which some our current, and much more highly paid, physicians treating patients only via ‘Zoom’, or in full haz-mat suits, might want to reflect. Now that I write that, we might say the same for those spiritual ministers who are called to treat our souls as well….After all, it is God’s work, not ours. Might He not protect His own? In the words of Pope Saint John Paul II, in his address to the Camillians posted:
At the same time, however, I cannot forget the Camillian religious who down the centuries “have given their lives in service to victims of contagious diseases, confirming the truth that dedication to the point of heroism belongs to the prophetic nature of the consecrated life” (Vita consecrata, n. 83). How can we not see in this flourishing holiness a confirmation of the validity of the Camillian charism as a way to the perfection of charity?
Just so. The Camillians served in all sorts of conditions, including the resurgence of the bubonic plague, whose effects, not to downplay anyone’s individual suffering, puts the coronavirus into perspective. But they were generally preserved from the illness, and Father Camillus was credited with the gifts of healing, prophecy, interior locutions. He himself always refused to be treated, dragging himself to serve his fellow sick when he couldn’t even stand, and it was of an illness he died – with his boots on – on this day in 1614, at the age of 64.
He was immediately hailed as a saint, beatified by Pope Benedict XIV in 1742 (himself a remarkable figure, and perhaps one of most scholarly of Popes in history), and canonized by the same Pontiff soon afterwards, in 1746.
Saint Camillus de Lellis’ body rests in the Church of Saint Mary Magdalene in Rome – fittingly, a fellow convert from wayward ways – and he shines through the ages as an exemplar and intercessor of what ‘practising medicine’ really means – to give all, to risk all, and to rely completely upon God when we feel we have nothing left.
It is not your work, but mine. Not a bad motto, that.
Saint Camillus de Lellis, ora pro nobis, et ora pro infirmos!