The Story of Saint John of Bridlington
In 1348, rats lived even inside churches in England. They ran under pews, hid in cellars, and slipped through cracks in old stone floors. I guess those “religious rats” were the most faithful ones—they were always there, day or night. But no one knew that these same rats carried fleas, and the fleas carried the Black Death.
Soon, people began dying very fast. Families disappeared. Streets went silent. Funeral bells kept ringing. And because priests stayed close to the sick—blessing them, praying beside them, and touching the dying—many priests were the first to fall. Some churches lost all their clergy. A few priests ran away. Others stayed and died in service.
During this fearful time, a young man named John chose to enter the priesthood. He knew the danger. He knew the church was filled with rats, and that serving the sick meant risking his life. But still, he stepped forward and became Father John.
Not long after, when others refused to go near the sick, Father John visited the dying, prayed with abandoned families, and brought food to homes no one else would touch. In a time when people tried only to save themselves, Father John gave himself to others—quietly, humbly, and without fear.
This is how the story of Saint John of Bridlington began.
⌨ ᴛʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᴏᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʙˡᵘᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵉᵐ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ᵇˡᵒᵍ
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