Saint Conon and the Hidden Serpent

What we hide has a way of showing itself.

Conon lived in the 12th–13th century in Naso, on the island of Sicily. He was a hermit known for a life of prayer, discipline, and staying out of public attention.

A well-known account from the life of Saint Conon of Naso tells that he once made a pilgrimage to Jerusalem.

While there, in a time of prayer, he received a vision. He saw a priest he knew back in Sicily. In the vision, the priest was being suffocated by a serpent coiled tightly around him, cutting off his breath.

After completing his pilgrimage, Conon returned home and went directly to the priest. He did not involve others. He simply described what he had seen.

The priest was shaken. He admitted that he had been taking church funds and keeping them for himself.

Only then does the image of the serpent make sense. In Christian thought, the serpent often points to sin that slowly takes hold. What the priest tried to keep hidden had already begun to control him.

Conon corrected him and led him back. The priest chose to repent and change his conduct.

Another account tells of a boy in Sicily who was suffering from apoplexy, a condition similar to a stroke, leaving him helpless and beyond ordinary care. Conon prayed over the boy, and he was restored.

These stories still make sense today.

Some problems don’t look serious at first. You let them stay, then one day you realize they’ve already taken hold. What was easy to hide becomes harder to carry.

And when something is wrong, fixing it doesn’t always mean making it known to everyone. Sometimes it’s just one person choosing to be honest, and another choosing to help without adding weight to it.

We may not see what Saint Conon saw, or do what he did. But we know the moment—when something needs to be faced, or when someone needs to be helped.

Let’s keep learning the saints’ way—day by day.

⌨ ᴛʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᴏᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʙˡᵘᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵉᵐ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ᵇˡᵒᵍ

Unbroken Pisces of a Tangled Mind • Darem Placer

Saint Margaret of Cortona—When Everything Fell Apart

A life marked by loss and hard choices did not end in defeat. In the ruins, something stronger began to grow.

Margaret was born in 1247 in Laviano, Italy. Her mother died when she was young. Home life became hard. At sixteen, she ran away with a wealthy nobleman and lived with him for nine years. They were not married. They had a son.

Then everything collapsed.

The man she lived with was murdered. Tradition says Margaret found his body in the forest after her dog led her there. That moment broke something inside her. Not just grief. Truth. She saw how unstable her life had been. How quickly comfort can turn into dust.

She returned to her father’s house, but was rejected. So she went to Cortona with her son. Poor. Ashamed. Starting over.

That is where the real story begins.

Margaret did not pretend nothing happened. She admitted her past openly. She joined the Third Order of Saint Francis and lived in deep penance. Quiet. Consistent. Real.

She fasted. She prayed. She served the sick. She helped the poor. She founded a hospital in Cortona. People who once whispered about her began to respect her.

But her conversion was not instant perfection. She struggled with memories, with temptation, with doubt. Holiness for her was not clean and polished. It was fought for.

She died in 1297.

Today, we live in a world that brands people fast. One mistake and we are labeled. One season of our life seems to define us forever. Margaret’s life says no.

Our worst chapter does not get the final word.

She shows us that repentance is not weakness. It is strength. Owning the truth about ourselves is power. And starting again, even when others remember our past, is courage.

Saint Margaret is often called the patron of penitents and single mothers. But beyond titles, her message is simple: We can change.

Let’s keep learning the saints’ way—day by day.

⌨ ᴛʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᴏᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʙˡᵘᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵉᵐ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ᵇˡᵒᵍ