On this day, February 8th, 1947, Sister Josephine Bakhita completed the long and eventful journey of her life. Born around 1869, her childhood was spent happy and fulfilled growing up in the region of Darfur, Sudan which was then not the apocalyptic warzone it is today. But profound evil still lurked around the corner, as Josephine (a name she later adopted, having lost the memory of her original name) was kidnapped (soon after her elder sister) by Arab – that is, Muslim – human traffickers, and sold into slavery. Then began a life of almost indescribable suffering, torture, physical and psychological abuse, scarring, mutilation, all at the hands of her various ‘owners’. To offer some idea of the evils she endured, here is a description of one of Josephine’s trials:
As her mistress was watching her with a whip in her hand, a dish of white flour, a dish of salt and a razor were brought by a woman. She used the flour to draw patterns on her skin and then she cut deeply along the lines before filling the wounds with salt to ensure permanent scarring. A total of 114 intricate patterns were cut into her breasts, belly and into her right arm.
Why some, and not others, we may wonder? When a kindly soul, who had ‘bought’ her, brought her to Italy, Bakhita was placed to stay with the Cannosian Sisters; it was the first time she had been treated with kindness and love, and refused to leave, a decision backed up by the Italian authorities, declaring her ‘slavery’ null and void. She converted to Catholicism, being baptized on January 9th, 1890 – taking the full name of Josephine Margaret Fortunata (the Latin translation of her Arabic patronymic Bakhita – the fortunate one) – and received her first Communion and, a few years later, her final profession in religious life, fittingly enough, from Archbishop Guiseppe Sarto, the future Pope Saint Pius X.
Sister Josephine spent the rest of her life as a religious sister in the convent, praying, working, occasionally giving talks and training to Sisters and others who were embarking on missionary journeys to Muslim territories. She was known for her joy and her kindly demeanour, and, though living a rather hidden existence, was soon renowned throughout Italy as a saint. Her final years, the suffering increased, and she was confined to a wheelchair; when asked how she was, the Sister would reply with a smile, As the Master desires. Towards the end, she had flashbacks to the buried horrors of her days in slavery, perhaps offering up in vicarious reparation for the continuation of this evil of man against man: Homo lupus hominis. Man is all too often a wolf to his fellow man.
Her sanctity and personality are encapsulated in an anecdote recounted of her: A young student once asked Bakhita: “What would you do, if you were to meet your captors?” Without hesitation she responded: If I were to meet those who kidnapped me, and even those who tortured me, I would kneel and kiss their hands. For, if these things had not happened, I would not have been a Christian and a religious today.
Her last words, as she lay dying on a Saturday, were Yes, I am so happy: Our Lady… Our Lady. Would we could say the same on our own deathbeds…Josephine Bakhita was canonized by a fellow saint, John Paul II, on the memorial of Saint Therese of Lisieux, October 1st, in the great Jubilee year 2000.
God can indeed bring the greatest good out of the greatest evil, and Saint Josephine is an invaluable patron in our current battle against all the atrocities done in the name of God.
Ora pro nobis, Sister Bakhita!