just like Carlo Acutis, the first millennial
saint, appointed by Pope Leo XIV.
There may be a problem. He was
fifteen. I’m 90. One of the last saintly
nonagenarians was St. Anthony
The Great, 3rd century.
Rev. Anthony Gerber in St. Louis
explains there are capital ‘S’ saints
and lowercase ‘s’ saints in heaven.
Carlo is a capital ‘S’
pronounced infallibly
in heaven by the Catholic Church.
Until my demise I hope to
follow Carlo’s example to insure I
too not only get into heaven, but am a
big ‘S’ saint. And it will be taxing—
he observed a no-nonsense daily
life, a hard act to follow.
Carlo Attended Daily Mass—
I confess I go to the Armenian Church
mostly on high holidays
like Easter to enjoy
sumptuous delights, ie,
Khourabia, a cookie that melts
in my mouth.
Carlo Converted His peers/friends—
Most of my peers/friends
seem happy in what they believe,
and do not believe.
I would be remiss trying to change
them, and probably would acquire
a guilt complex which I don’t need.
Carlo Launched a Website Cataloguing Miracles—
I have trouble just with basic computer knowledge
let alone miracles. I break out in a sweat
when texting, sending photos,
or emailing big corporations
slamming them for their slimy
practices in charging outrageous fees.
Carlo Is Known as “God’s Influencer”—
Frankly, I would prefer
being a Social Media Influencer
like Masoom Minawalu
who promotes women’s rights,
and empowers people of India
to succeed in their individual endeavors.
Carlo’s Body Rests In A Glass Fronted Tomb—
The faithful come to pay their respects to this
young saint. I assume I have another ten years.
At 100, my body will not be that great
to look at. I will choose another burial
practice. Meanwhile, I’ll say a prayer to Carlo,
and hope that someday I can join him as a big ‘S’ saint.
