I like saints that are real.  They are the ones who get up every day and do the best they can.  They have moments of fulfillment  and moments when they wonder if their life has amounted to anything.  They have moments when their hearts are full of joy and praise and moments when they want to shake their fists at God as they wonder why some things happen in life.  They have moments when they feel like they have their life together and moments when they hope that no one will remember how they acted. They are “real” because their life is about  being faithful to ordinary life, with all of its ups and downs, joys and sorrows, frustrations and disappointments,  In the process, almost without even knowing it, these people

       In our church, when we officially name people as saints we tend to think that they were prefect.  And because we think they are prefect they become difficult to relate to.  And then we tend to dismiss them.  Dorothy Day once said, “Don’t call me a saint.  I don’t want to be dismissed that easily.”

     The poet, Kabir spoke to the need for authentic people in this somewhat irreverent poem entitled   


The words Guru, Swami, Suer Swami, Master, Teacher, Murshid Yogi, Priest

  most of those sporting such a title

are just peacocks.

The litmus test is this:

hold them upside down

over a cliff for a few hours.

If they don’t wet their pants

maybe you found a real one.



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