You may remember a prayer request from more than two years ago, in which I noted that our parish’s relics had been stolen the previous week. Those relics were never recovered. One of them was of one of my patron saints, St. Benedict of Nursia.
Well, a recent gift from Fr David Lynch’s family to our parish included a relic of St. Benedict, as well as relics from St. Gregory the Great and St. Vincent of Saragosa. We’d also been given a relic of St. Maximos the Confessor from a sister mission in Belfast. Until a reliquary is made, the relics are resting on the parish altar.
At the announcement this morning, I must sheepishly confess to a two-fisted, double-arm pump and much-subdued “Yaayy!” more suitable to my Steelers winning tonight’s game than to a post-Eucharist announcement–but what it lacked in reverence it made up for in zeal, I think. After the service, I immediately asked Father if I could venerate St Benedict’s relic, to which he assented. And after our annual convocation, I showed my daughters the relic in its special monstrance sitting back on the altar, and the three of us went to venerate St Benedict’s icon (which is the image above). I explained to them what it was all about, and Delaina seemed to get it: “That’s your saint, daddy!” Both of them were very attentive.
What a wonderful blessing. Holy Father Benedict, pray for us!