Faith without dirty hands is meaningless.
Dig just a little and feel the creed of life,
buried in the sand.
Rub it between your fingers,
play with it some,
smell its sweet rawness.
There's life there,
for sure.
Burrow down.
Persevere till you find the roots.
Harvest the bounty, it's there for a reason.
Fear not,
water will wash your hands clean.
The Ascension of the Bleeding Christ in Medieval Popular Piety
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The Christian liturgical tradition envisions the Ascension of Our Lord as a
climactic event in which the risen Christ, magnificent with His glorified
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