I just went to a relic exhibition. I've never been a huge fan of relics. I LOVE the saints. Pretty much I grew up reading their stories and fell in love. Because of the books my parents had in the house, I never thought of the saints as anything but ordinary people I could connect with. But relics are often parts of dead people and that I find disturbing. I shivered with disgust when Father mentioned disintegrating flesh. I just don't like that image.
But the miracles. The stories. The people who lived such extraordinary lives. The love. That is what relics are about. Relics are about how God uses what is dead to bring life into people again. God chooses to point back to the people who spent their lives pointing to Him. He changes people.
It was overwhelming. I wish I could go again so everything would sink in further. So I could read every single plaque with the story of each of those saints.
These are love stories. These are ordinary people transformed by God's grace and love. It is so overwhelming.
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