Yesterday, I was blessed to have a rare spiritual encounter through the relics of a handful of saints. In my head, I knew what I was about to witness, but my heart could never have been more prepared for what I was about to experience. Upon entering the modest chapel, I immediately felt the strong presence of God.
Prior to coming to the place, I was informed that one of the relics there was Saint Padre Pio’s blood. My knowledge on Saint Padre Pio is limited to the fascinating story about him being able to apparate or fly. That said, I wondered more about who else’s relics I would find.
Once inside, we approached the altar where the relics of the saints were on display. The keeper of the relics started naming them one by one, telling a short background on each saint. Among them were St. Thérèse of Lisieux, Pope John Paul II, and even St. Matthew the Apostle.
For me, however, the most significant relic was that of St. Augustine. The moment the keeper mentioned St. Augustine’s name, my heart skipped a beat, and I felt blood rushing through my head.
I studied in Colegio San Agustin Makati so I grew up learning about the life of St. Augustine. However, it was only when I read his Confessions that I developed a strong affinity for him. I learned more about his spiritual journey and I was amazed with how God worked through him.
There in that humble chapel, tears started relentlessly falling from my eyes the moment I held the relic of St. Augustine. I was helplessly sobbing for good stretch of time that I wasn’t able to listen to the keeper talk about the other saints. I prayed to God, still with tears flowing, and I thanked Him for that special opportunity. I felt unworthy, but loved. A great wave of peace surrounded me that I wanted to remain still and stay in that moment.
But of course, I couldn’t. But I am forever grateful that I have that day to look back on.
“Our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee.” – St. Augustine