My kids and I really enjoyed Alice's post on visiting the relic (his heart - which is incorrupt) of St. John Vianney in New York. Not the first time I've been jealous of those New Yorkers (I dreamed of finding a good excuse for a road trip to visit the Fra Angelico exhibit at the Met last year).
This got me thinking, though. You see, we are privileged to have in our possession a relic of St. John Vianney. We've never sought out relics on purpose, but we've ended up with a beautiful little collection that really amazes me. They've all been given to us at one time or another (and most connect with family names somehow) - the St. John Vianney was in a box of relics that the priest at John's old parish handed out after daily Mass one day (he seemed to consider them rubbish). For most of the early years of love2learn.net I kept the relic on top of my computer and I considered him one of our patrons.
The really sad thing is that I lost this relic. The time was three years ago - a week before Christmas. I was 39 weeks pregnant with Frank (#6) and we were moving to a larger house (just across town from our old house). The sale was really insane and we didn't know for sure that we were moving until the afternoon of the day we closed. I had been packing a lot of things (and many things were boxed up in our wonderful old shed for showing the house) but we really weren't all the way packed - things were too uncertain. We had to rent and start packing a U-Haul truck that morning we closed, even though we weren't quite sure because otherwise we were going to be stuck without help moving (John's family was going away that weekend). And our timing was tight with Christmas and a new baby coming. The family that bought our old home had major troubles with financing, a number of people involved in the process had thrown extra, unnecessary glitches into the process and we were almost ready to give up, but there was this big hitch - we needed a new car (the old one only held 7) and we really needed to take care of the new mortgage before a new car loan.
Anyway, things worked out, we suddenly found our house full of relatives and friends - we ran off to sign the papers and when we got back I drove the kids right over to the new house (where it was a bit less crazy). So we moved, celebrated Christmas, welcomed a new baby two weeks after Christmas (the one time I was REALLY glad that mine are usually two weeks past due-date), bought a new (used) mega-van and eventually settling in. But the St. John Vianney relic has never turned up. I'm sure there are places it could be, afterall, just a few days ago, while looking for the haircutting scissors I found a torn-up note in a dresser drawer which I recognized as my notes on negotiations regarding the offer made on our old house. So, I have decided to renew my search. He must be around here somewhere!