I recently wrote a piece for Catholic World Report on the relics of the nails used in the crucifixion. Here’s a bit of it: Spread throughout the world, in cathedrals and chapels, are perhaps three dozen rough iron nails claiming to be the nails that pierced the flesh of Christ. With so many claimants, there’s a temptation…
Some folk-magic solutions called on the Sleepers for help.
God knew they would be needed in the future, so he caught up their souls into heaven, and left their bodies in the cave as if in a sweet sleep.
”Without delay, when she turned her eyes to herself, she saw that the dry paps of her virginal breasts were dripping sweet milk against the very law of nature.”
The heart of a great saint, mystically pierced.