OK, let’s get one thing straight. It is not my intention to be disrespectful and I find tolerance should exist above all. I am an atheist and so writing about saints is not really my thing.
I took a walk with my camera in our local cathederal some years ago and discovered that the saints were all locked away, behind bars. I suppose there was a reason for it. Perhaps they preferred to be amongst themselves. No good having too many saints walking around. I have never been visited by a saint and now I know why.
This is really not my theme. I only visit churches for weddings, christenings and funerals. Of course I like to take photos of churches, they have some interesting subjects, like saints behind bars. I am still thinking that one over. I have never tried to be saintly, have no urge to become a saint and it is a profession with no good future. I discovered that all the saints I have heard of passed away many years ago. Some even suffered tragic deaths like burning or being stoned. Of course there are modern day saints that are deemed as such by the church authorities.
I decided to find out about this saint thing, as I might be missing something, so I fed my computer with How to become a saint. It is all in the link, but you have to be patient. Just getting canonised does not mean you are automatically a saint. It takes at least 5 years after you are dead, but some saints have had to wait more than a couple of 100 years to achieve saint status. You have to have lived a holy life, so that cancels me out. I then read about the heoic virtue and decided that writing blogs is not really heroic, or shopping in the supermarket also does not qualify, although I have fought many battles at the cash till.
The last step of qualification are verified miracles. Note, it is in the plural, just one miracle is not enough. I never turned water into wine, but I did once insert a new fuse when the lights went out at home: let their be light and there was light. I also converted my old Windows 7 computer to Windows 10, and that was a sort of miracle beause I know for a fact that not everyone was successful.
I did have a saintly vision yesterday afternoon when I saw that the sun tried to shine through the mist, but it gave up after half an hour. Of course I would be the first Saint Angloswiss to get the job. One day in the future perhaps someone in the right place will stumble across my blogs and then….. forget it. I do not want to become a saint, I have enough stress already in my life and in death I want to be left alone to do my own thing.