In the last long conversation with her son Augustine in Ostia, outside of Rome, Monica asked, "Why am I still here? My work is done. I have seen you baptized, and now there is nothing on earth that can bring me delight." Five days later, she died of a fever and was buried in Ostia.
Her life had been a trial: married to a philandering and violent man, Patricius, she suffered much abuse from him, but her prayers were answered and he converted before his death. Her brilliant but wayward son, Augustine, was the source of more pain as he dabbled in Zoroastrianism and Manichaeism, took on a concubine and fathered a son out of wedlock. She followed him to Milan where he tried to escape her, but could not escape the effect of her prayers, and already converted by St. Ambrose, he was baptized in her presence by him. What joy filled her heart! She was ready to die in peace; her life's work was over, her stubborn love had prevailed.
When we are in doubt about the effectiveness of our prayers we think of Monica and are consoled. In addition to being such an inspiration and consolation, she is also the patroness of alcoholics, victims of abuse and adultery, of widows, and mothers facing family difficulties--all very current situations that need such an advocate. Let us not, then, hesitate to call on this woman of remarkable faith and stubborn love.
Bro. Rene
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