During his leadership, Bishop de Mazenod lived in the midst of his people. He, who loved the quiet of the study and the library, gave himself to the public life of his diocese. He was there in the churches of Marseilles at all the solemn functions of the Church. In the streets of Marseilles, and particularly in the poorer streets, he became as familiar a sight in his comings and goings as any priest on the rounds of his parish duties. High on the fifth floor of some quayside tenement a child is dying, and through the winter night and the darkened streets the Bishop comes to baptize the child. Through lanes of hovels and cabins the Bishop makes his way to the bedside of an aged woman who has asked to receive the Last Sacraments from his hands. At Easter, in a busy parish to which a new pastor has yet to be appointed, the Bishop comes to undertake the distribution of Communion to the sick. During the many epidemics of cholera which swept 19th century Marseilles, Bishop Eugene was to be found in hospital and fever ward, by the bedside of the dying. And when he was asked to look after himself and to leave such active work to other and younger men, he had a ready answer: “I find my happiness in pastoral work. It is for this that I am a bishop, and not to write books, still less to pay court to the great, or to waste my time amongst the rich. It is true,” he added with a smile, “that this is not the way to become a Cardinal; but if one could become a saint, would it not be better still?”
His attentiveness to the needs of his people was shown in many associations and organizations he started in order to empower the workers and the poor to stand up for the rights and to protect them from exploitation by the rich. For instance, when passing by he heard from the fishers that others were benefiting from their hard works Saint Eugene help them to establish kind of corporation so that they could get better deals appearing as a group.
engines. There was, however, he showed his Provencal temperament at the blessing when the train engines were passing in front of him to blessed with Holy Water. One of them was named Lucifer and of course Bishop Eugene got furious and refused to bless it.
Today crowds of people come through St Charles Railway Station, it also accommodates famous TGV, however I was wandering how many of them know that this door to the city the owe to the saintly Bishop from 19th century whose eyes fixed on Christ helped him to see the daily needs of his city.