Friday October 9th 2015
principled people might usefully be called martyrs. Some
of whom could easily be attempting to join the ranks of
the Medieval Saints. But some saints from those long ago
days where more like Saint Winifred. Winifred as a young
girl rejected a suitor and he decided to cut her head
off. Winifred's head rolled down hill and when it
stopped rolling Winifred's head caused there to be a
spring with healing properties. Nor was this the end of
the story. Winifred's brother, who also became a saint,
was outraged not so much following the loss of his
sister, rather because after the dreadful deed, he saw
Winifred's suitor leaning on his sword and smiling. This
was the absolutely wrong thing for the suitor to do, and
quite rightly Winifred's brother called down a
chastisement from heaven. Heaven agreed that any kind of
smirking was wrong and almost immediately the earth
opened and Winifred's suitor was swallowed.
such is the nature of miracles, with much help from a
maternal uncle Winifred was able to reattach her head.
Following this successful procedure there was a scar all the
way around her neck. Winifred's necklace it was called.
Naturally she went on to become a Nun and in due course rose
in the ranks of her order, becoming an Abbess. However like
Saint Teresa, Winifred was inspired to follow a simpler
life, she took to wandering around inland Wales where she
caused there to be all sorts of excitements. And worth
noting, back in those medieval days, a Saint was a Saint
following popular acclaim rather than some kind rigid and
structured court case by the smelly footed in Rome. And yes
indeed, here where I live, there are some truly valiant
attempts to grasp the nature of the political classes.