I have a man-crush on St. Thomas Aquinas. Often, I just imagine sitting in a log cabin with him before a fire, discussing the things of Heaven over some nice white wine (there’s no way he was a red wine man).

We watch the dog scratch its ears in the dim light crackling under the mantlepiece, and occasionally I stand up to have a look out at the peaceful winter landscape. The angels glimmer like so many stars in the sacred night sky. I want to embrace St. Thomas, and I wish to be as intimate with him as the Father is with me. Our whole lives are connected totally with the saints, just as the Church.
Having a “Crush” may be a tad strong, but the saint is dead and in Heaven. It ain’t goin’ anywhere any time soon!