71 years ago Servant of God Paul Takashi Nagai, Scientist, Professor, Convert, and Poet, left this world

Raised in rural Japan in traditional Confucian and Shinto religion, Takashi imbibed the materialist assumptions of his professors while studying to be a physician. In Nagasaki, he found Christ and married Midori, the daughter of a family of Japan's "Hidden Christians" who had maintained the faith for two and a half centuries of persecution and isolation from the rest of the world.
A pioneer in radiology and professor at Nagasaki Medical College, he poured his life out in service to the sick and to training young doctors, despite the known risks of exposure to gamma radiation. In the 1930's he knew the young Fr. Maximilian Kolbe who was founding a nearby monastery.
In 1945, Nagai learned that, as a result of his work, he had incurable leukemia and would soon leave his beloved Midori a young widow and mother. Her response: "We said before we were married...that if our lives are spent for the glory of God, then life and death are beautiful. You have given everything you had for work that was very, very important. It was for his glory."
Two months later she was gone, taken in the flash that leveled their city and marked the end of the Second World War. Dr. Nagai was injured but survived and went to work caring for the stricken though, as he wrote "all we have left is our knowledge, our love, and our bare hands."
For the few years he had left, he was an apostle of peace and reconciliation. He was gravely suspicious of angry people in peace movements: "angry shouting in the streets about peace often cloaks very unpeaceful hearts." Though bedridden, he continued to write and to receive visitors (including Helen Keller, Emperor Hirohito, and a Cardinal sent by Pope Pius XII)
In 1951, with the end clearly approaching, he penned his farewell song: "Good-bye my flesh. I must now journey beyond as the fragrance must leave the rose." On May 1st, he went to his reward and was laid to rest, his epitaph chosen from the Gospel of Luke, a fellow physician. "We are unworthy servants; we have only done what was our duty." (17:10)
Jeffrey Ade
Thank you! Imagine those faithful Catholics, prayed up, when the destruction reigned down upon them! What a fruitful field ready for the heavenly harvest! RIP.