Saints never know they’re saints. That’s why they’re saints. They are too busy talking to God to look in the mirror. The same moles and wrinkles are there but contact with the Eternal has given them a borrowed glory. Divine conversation has left a residual luster.

The saints are not conscious that they are different, but the dark world is quite aware of the light which has invaded it. The world does not need to ask, “Have you talked to God?” but only, “What did he say?”

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Gender-neutral version:

Saints never know they’re saints. That’s why they’re saints. They are too busy talking to God to look in the mirror. The same moles and wrinkles are there but contact with the Eternal has given them a borrowed glory. Divine conversation has left a residual luster.

The saints are not conscious that they are different, but the dark world is quite aware of the light which has invaded it. The world does not need to ask, “Have you talked to God?” but only, “What did God say?”