dixiida

I got my sneakers wet in Venice. Outside the bridal cake Basilica, golden frosting trimmed with every hue of the baker's rainbow, trying to understand about relics. To imagine people so swooningly enamored of God they would do absolutely anything to be near what He had touched. Yes! the hucksters would annunciate, He really did become flesh and dwell among us. His Mother lactated; here's her milk! He really was crucified and died on solid wood from a solid tree; here's a splinter! On the third day he really rose again, emerging to life from the burial cocoon; here's his face in the shroud! And He had flesh friends, among them