As is my custom, I've managed to get very sick in the first couple weeks of school. This means I have been laying in bed reading a lot because the judgmental shows on TLC don't come on until 8ish, and Salt+Light television (Canada's multi-lingual answer to EWTN) is in Korean until like three o'clock. I just re-re-re-read Story of a Soul for you-know-who's feast day next Saturday, and so I picked up The Collected Works of St. John of the Cross which I had on my bookshelf for a couple of years.
Hold. The. Phone.
This guy.
Ugh, I could KISS HIS FACE.
I won't go into detail because if you wanted theology you could go read
Fr. Longnecker. So instead, here is a
very beautiful painting of St. John of the Cross
Oh, sorry, did I say beautiful, I meant Pedroful. As in
I'm sorry, I refuse to accept that he looked like a Mexican wrestler.
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