Some days I like to sneak into the chapel that holds the robe of St. Francis. I love its texture, and wonder how uncomfortable it must have been to wear. Was this really his original robe? Sometimes I wonder what it takes to become a saint in this day and age. The saints of old became saints by performing miracles, or dying for what they believed in. I don’t know what I believe in anymore. At least, I don’t think I believe in anything strong enough to di for it, right now. And miracles? A miracle for me would be staying warm enough for just one night, or going a whole day without feeling hungry. Could Jesus have turned loaves into fishes if he didn’t have any bread?
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Some days I like to sneak into the chapel that holds the robe of St. Francis. I love its texture, and wonder how uncomfortable it must have been to wear. Was this really his original robe? Sometimes I wonder what it takes to become a saint in this day and age. The saints of old became saints by performing miracles, or dying for what they believed in. I don’t know what I believe in anymore. At least, I don’t think I believe in anything strong enough to di for it, right now. And miracles? A miracle for me would be staying warm enough for just one night, or going a whole day without feeling hungry. Could Jesus have turned loaves into fishes if he didn’t have any bread?
RispondiEliminaAndrew Young