Once again the shroud is on display. What surprises me about the shroud is that I never hear anything about miracles associated with it. Since the Church has a process of keeping track of miracles of saints, and verifying their "bonae fides", you would think there would be quite a long catalogue of miracles, and the Advocatus Diaboli would have thrown his arms up into the air and gone fishing.
Perhaps this is the trade-off: as we become more and more certain that the shroud is that in which Jesus was buried, there is less and less of the miraculous about it. It is becoming sort of a favorite of scientists and positivists; there are always carbon-dating parties going on at the clubs that it goes to. It's becoming profane.
I find it all very Anatole France, who deals with angels hobnobbing with earthlings in La Revolte des Anges: angels in the wickerwork, angels hanging out with women, the divine come to earth. Very inspiring, what?
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