When I was in a lay community for many years, we used to say that title above, as we lived in Minneapolis, which was then doughnut land. The idea of the phrase was that nothing was stale but new and exciting, as fresh, hot doughnuts on a cold Minnesota morning.
Yesterday was one of those doughnut days. I go to see and touch the reliquaries of many saints and martyrs in a hidden cache in London. I got see the green, ordinary time chasuble of St. Charles Borromeo. And, I got to kiss the reliquary of his many bones, behind glass, as well as parts of his clothing and vestments.
This was almost too much, as Charles is a family name, with generations of Charles-es in my family and female variations thereof, such as Carola.
I claim St. Charles Borromeo as one of my patrons as well, because of the name connection and because of his influence in implementing the decrees of the Council of Trent.
What a fantastic patron for our times.
The Saint Bede Studio Blog has this on St. Charles.
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The one I saw yesterday was just as grand as this one at St. Mary Major.
Some of the saints' relics were from Philip Neri, many martyrs, of the Popes Clement, Sylvester, and others. I am still overwhelmed.
The number of bones from St. Charles Borremeo was stunning.