The Virgen del Cobre listened to our petitions, and Saint Martin of Porres comforted us in our trials.
Mine was fed by the Virgin of Guadalupe, Martin of Porres, meatless Fridays, and the Via Crucis.
It's a story that is told about the Dominican mulatto saint--Saint Martin of Porres. Martin was born the son of a Spanish nobleman and an African freedwoman in 1579 in Lima, Peru.
The catholicity of the church is captured in the entire image of very different creatures, even natural enemies, drinking from the same bowl of soup at the feet of the humble, cultural Martin of Porres. The catholicity of the church, and the reason why I'm Catholic, is, for me, the hope, the promise, and the actual living of a common life together among very different kinds of Catholic Christians, a many-cultural rainbow of God's human creation envisioning a universality, which is more than a homogeneity or even a melting pot of different cultures.