I am a pilgrimage lady.
I like to visit holy places, witness miraculous things.
Even in college, every spare penny and weekend during my study abroad was spent in traveling to sacred sites. I love seeing the actual locations I have read about in the Bible. They help to flesh out a story in a meaningful way. And miracles? Those are my jam.
Places where people are actually healed and abandoned crutches paint the walls; saints whose bodies do not decompose; Eucharistic hosts that have bled or even transformed into a piece of heart flesh.
Weird, but really cool.
Recently, the incorrupt heart of St. Jean Vianney came through California.
He was a French priest who died in 1859. The heart does not decay.
I appreciate her reaction. It is childlike, honest, curious, and even a little skeptical.
Because truly, the whole thing is a bit weird.
And this is truly why I go, why pilgrimages touch me. I absolutely need to be reminded of love. It helps me to continue on with the basic things: diaper changing, driving to appointments, kissing booboos, facing my own weak humanness. I need this reminder that heaven is close, that Christ is real, and that the manner in which I live and love right now matters.
Bernadette: National Geographic https://www.natgeotv.com/asia/sleeping-beauties---the-incorrupt
Shroud of Turin: Dianelos Georgoudis, wikipedia