Saints

A little girl was visiting a beautiful cathedral with her aunt. It was late afternoon and the sun’s rays were streaming through a stained glass window that featured the figures of several saints. The little girl pointed to one of figures standing out in the strong light and asked, “Who is that?” “That’s Saint Peter,” the aunt replied.

Then pointing to one another, the girl asked who that one was. “That’s Saint John,” was the reply. When she pointed to another she was told, “That’s Saint James.”

Then, with a sigh of satisfaction, the little girl said, “Well, now I know what a saint is. A saint is somebody the light shines through.”