Driving to the Detroit airport a few weeks ago, I noticed a large billboard that read, “All saints have a past.” I immediately thought of St. Augustine’s life of debauchery and reputation as a partier, his stealing pears from the neighbor’s tree and fathering an illegitimate son. I remembered St. Angela of Foligno’s materialistic obsessions, Mary of Egypt’s prostitution, Mother Teresa’s spiritual drought and Therese of Lisieux’s irritability with another sister’s annoying habits.

We often think of the saints as perfect figures: clad in religious garb, with halos on top of their heads, and made of material different from the organs and flesh that define you and me. Rarely do legends highlight their intense struggles, weaknesses, and failures—the stuff of humanity that gets messy and makes us vulnerable.

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