The saints of the church flicker like candles along a dark corridor. They are not 1400-watt LED floodlights to blind you with their brilliance; those are the celebrities. A celebrity is a flashbulb straight to the cornea. The celebrity demands, “Look at me!” The saint whispers, “Look to God.”
The celebrity says, “Try to be like me, but you’ll never be like me.”
The saint says, “Why would anyone want to be like me? Who has God made you?” The celebrity is ever ascending, climbing…
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