Some of the dead people we knew have a way of becoming saints in the eyes of their survivors. Recent news about the initiation of a process for Brother Louis Camilleri’s sainthood has made a premonition of mine come true.

I was very close to Bro. Louis for several years, ever since attending secondary school at De La Salle College followed by the years he spent at Stella Maris College when I worked closely with him up to his last breath.

Bro. Louis was consistently an altruistic person, sacrificing himself for the genuine love of others, a living Christian inspiration to others, a true witness of Jesus Christ, daily living the Gospel.

He was a strict and disciplined educator but overflowing with burning love, not only forgiving those who intentionally wished him harm (and there were quite a few) but even al-most transcending human rationality and belief, completely forgetting the misdeeds done to his detriment.

Bro. Louis had all the makings of a saint and I really think it will not be long before he joins the list of Maltese saints.

From personal experience I can say that Bro. Louis lived a vocational and personal untarnished life.

One cannot conclude that there are no great saints just because no great miracles are made. The true value of life, after all, lies in acts of virtue not in making miracles.

There are many who, without performing miracles, are not at all inferior to those who do make miracles.